"It's really good to take a day off and spend time with you."

Stephen said, a smile was painted on his handsome face. You linked your arm with his and nodded. You felt your head was pounding and there was a weird feeling in your stomach but you just shrugged it off. You didn't want to ruin today for your husband.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm married to my job. Forgive me if it seems like I keep avoiding you. Trust me, I want to spend more time with you but---"

"It's totally fine, Stephen. I know you love your job as much as I love my job. So I understand. But sometimes we both need time together, right?"

You smiled broadly at him. Stephen sighed and nodded. He was glad to have you as a wife. You were very loving towards him. Not to mention, you were understanding. He had never met someone as precious as you before. That was why he wasn't hesitating to take you as his wife.

Your head hurts so much and you tightened your grip on your husband's arm. You shut your eyes and winced. Stephen noticed that you were in pain and worry filled his eyes as he looked at you.

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

You tried to fake a smile but failed miserably when another shot of pain jolted through your body. You whimpered his name and fell into his arms. Stephen's eyes grew wide and he carried you in his arms.

"Y/N, please wake up!"

...

Your eyes peeled open and you realised you weren't at home. You sat up on the bed and you knew so well that you were in the hospital. You saw your husband walked in, tears pooled in his eyes.

You patted the empty spot on the bed, inviting him to sit beside you. Stephen quickly did that and took your hands in his. You knew something was wrong. You could tell.

"Stephen.."

As you said his name, a strangled sob escaped his lips and he broke down in front of you. You frowned and your heart sank at the sight of your crying husband. Stephen was a strong person, he always gave you strength and reminded you to stay strong. Why would he cries now?

"Oh, Stephen.. What's wrong?"

You were weak, but you needed to know the truth. You knew he was crying because of you. He looked at you with red and puffy eyes.

"How long did you know?"

He asked, his lips quivered and tears rolled down upon his cheeks freely. That was the first time you saw him crying. You felt a lump on your throat when he asked you that. Tears gathered in your eyes and you looked down.

"I'm very sorry, honey. I didn't mean to lie to you---"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

His voice was stern, but deep inside he was dejected. A tear dropped from your eye onto his hand, making he pulled you into his arms and sighed.

"I--- I just wish you would tell me sooner, Y/N. I'm not ready to lose you."

His voice cracked. Stephen was strong, but right now he felt like his walls crumbled and his strength has flew away from him. So far away that he just wanted to cry and die.

"I don't have much time, right?"

You were wretched. You knew this moment would happen. You knew it since the beginning. A few months ago, when you were diagnosed with a terminal disease you were too late to be cure. There was no cure for your illness.

The doctor has given you a time. A time when they thought your life would be taken from you forever. And you, you were selfish. You were blue and did not tell your husband about it. You were afraid of his reaction. You knew he was tired enough, he had burdens on his mind and you weren't going to break his heart.

But now his heart was already broken.

"Y/N, you don't have much time. We don't have much time together."

He cried. You hushed him and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, finding some sort of comfort in you. You let your husband cried with your arms around him. 

"It's alright, Stephen. Everything is fine."

You whispered softly, hoping to calm him down. You had accepted your fate. But you knew it was hard for him. He looked up at you and shook his head in disagreement.

"No, Y/N! You know that everything is not fine."

His voice was laced with sorrow and you couldn't help but let guilt wrapped your soul. He was agonized because of you.

"Why, Y/N? Why would this happen to you? I'm the one who is supposed to be in this condition not you. You're too precious to suffer like this. I don't understand."

He questioned your tragic demise. You wiped his tears away and cracked a small smile for him.

"I'm glad it's me who have to leave and not you."

His eyes widen and he was going to object before you hushed him.

"If you go first, I would die days after you. I'm not strong enough to live without you, Stephen. But you, you are very strong, my love. I know even after I'm gone, you'll be fine. You'll live with my memories but keep going with your life to make new memories. You're my strength, Stephen."

You ran your fingers through his hair and he sighed deeply. While you always thought him as a source of strength, he had always thought you as a source of comfort. No, you were his comfort. You made him feel loved, comfortable, and calm.

"I don't know if I have a few weeks, days or maybe hours left. But I know that you know."

You said, a smile was painted on your pale face. Stephen understood you very well now. He knew you didn't want to know your time.

"Don't tell me if I'm dying, Stephen. I just want to enjoy our time together."

You said, feeling tired by talking too much. Stephen nodded and laid beside you in bed. He snuggled closer towards you if that was possible. You put your arm around him and let him held you and rested his in the crook of your neck. He was like a child, he was lost and he was inconsolable.

"I love you so much, my Y/N. I really do."

He said repetitively as tears streamed down his face. His anguished voice almost makes you cry. But you didn't. You kept your tears at bay and comforted your husband.

You knew it would be the last time you could do that. You loved him to death, and you were going to prove it.

"Do not forget me, my love, Stephen.."

Your voice trailed as you took your last breathe in his arms. Stephen rubbed his swollen eyes and stared, heartsick, his beloved wife was gone.

His shoulders hunched and he shook his head in disbelief. But he knew you had left him. A woman that he loved so very much was gone. The only person that he ever cared has left.

He cried until there was no tears left to shed. He was a broken-hearted man, knowing that no other person could mend his heart. His wistful heart was begging him to cry but he couldn't. Not anymore.

He was numb. And people started to call him emotionless or even heartless after that. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't your fault either. It was a written fate that he couldn't change.

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