Once we arrive home I walk straight out onto the balcony and feel someone beside me. But I know it's only Thomas.

"Did you love me all along?" I ask.
"Yes,of course I did... Is that what love really feels like,what you told me?"
"Only when the person doesn't love you back."
"That's not a problem for us."
"No it's not."

His lips gently press to mine as my arms wrap around his waist and pull him closer. His hands trail down to my thighs,lifting them up around his waist so that he's holding me. He pulls me back into the apartment,as his lips trail down my neck,I feel like I'm in heaven, like I can't breathe.

He throws me onto the sofa then gently trails his lips around my jaw as my hands fiddle with his blonde curls. My legs reaching up then wrapping around him. My hands grab his shirt and pull it away as his hands reach to mine but I stop him...

"What's wrong?" He asks.
"Can you lie here?" I ask "With me."
"Of course."

I pull him against me,so his hands entwine with mine..

"As soon as I met you I knew you were the closest I'd get to being happy, but I didn't know what to do when I felt it. It felt like years since I had smiled,and I didn't know I'd ever met anyone who could have that type of power over me."
"We have each other. And that's what matters."
"I know."

(SMUT ISH AND ID LIKE TO SAY THIS IS ONLY FOR MY FRIEND ALBY WHO READS THIS. AND JUST BTW ALBY IF YOU SHOW THIS TO ANYONE ELSE I WILL GET YOU😂)

My lips crash onto his again,he reacts immediately as his hand cups my cheek and I find my way onto his lap,my hands going under his shirt and feeling the skin there as he pulls if off. I've seen his chest thousands of times,but something always fascinates me about it. He scoops me up bridal style and takes me into his room as he throws me down on the mattress,my hands snake up to him and pull down his trousers,pressing soft kisses down his neck so he moans loudly and let's back his head. I take this the perfect opportunity to straddle his body and reconnect his lips with his,as our hips grind against each other. As his hands trail to my dress,I lift my hands up and he starts to take it off,not when we're interrupted by a knock at the door.

(SMUT OVER)

Thomas groans and I just laugh,leaning over to kiss him. As my hand gently strokes his chest for a quick,brief moment.

"I'll get it." I say as I climb off the bed and walk door the door,opening the door and my heart stops..

My mum stands there,blonde hair in curls,and bright red lipstick but she's got deep black circles under her eyes. She's looks like she's been crying.

"Margo?"

I don't say anything.

"Can I come in?"

I ignore it until I manage to get some words out.

"Get out."
"But I-"
"GET OUT. I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN!"

I slam the door,then walk onto the balcony,after a few minutes I see her walk out of the building and perch of a bench. She's then crying. And it breaks my heart. If shouldn't though. Should it?

So I sprint downstairs,not even in my shoes to catch up with my mum who is just sitting there in silence. Like a statue of something.

"Mum?"

No response.

"Mum can you just listen or look at me!"

But she doesn't,she talks anyway.

"I won't take you away,I just needed to tell you something."
"Tell me what? Mum!"
"I'm dying."
"What?"
"I've dying dear. I've got Cancer."