A/N: I want to put a WARNING because this story may be touchy and somewhat depressing. The reader has cancer, so this may be touchy topic for some of you going through this or to those whom has lost someone due to it. I'm sorry to those whom have, but stay strong lovelies. I hope it's not to sad! Enjoy and let me know your thoughts please!

My name is Y/N and I am 20 years old. At the age of 16 i was diagnosed with a terminal illness...cancer. But I want to talk about something a little more happy. Throughout the years I had numerous amounts of people by my side helping me cope with my condition. And even though I had all my friends and family beside me; there were still days that nothing made me smile...except for one person. His name is Mark and he made me smile, laugh, and even cry...but they were happy tears.

Throughout the years I've watched him on his YouTube channel, Markiplier was his YouTube pseudonym. His channel was full of life and his comedic yet vulgar jokes and puns. But his laugh, his smile...that's what I really came to see.
I actually went into remission for almost an entire year. After two years of being trapped; I felt amazing. I felt like I got my entire life back! Well maybe not the entire life, but it was pretty close. I was even able to go to the University and pursue my dreams! All while still watching that lovely man, My Hero! But all good things must come to an end and soon my happy days came crashing around me. All I could do to find my happiness in that moment, was to watch the man who's kept me strong for all these years...My Hero.

It came back. It was around late winter to early spring. It crept it's way back into my body and this time the doctors couldn't do anything. I had everything ripped from me again. I left the University and put all my strength into recovering. I couldn't let it win.

My friends told me they were there, but they felt so far away. Same with my family, they could be in the same room but miles away from me. The doctors say I'll be lucky if I survive another year. But it's ok. I'm going to keep a smile on my face because of him...My Hero. He will keep me strong and happy. I will fight! I kept repeating those words.

The seasons were changing quickly and with that so was my appearance. I looked and felt my worst, but tried to hide my pain. In truth I the only times I felt happy was while watching him. That's why when it came for me to have a final wish, a dream come true, my own personal miracle...I chose to meet him...My Hero!

It was the most complicated, yet simple request. Just to meet that man who has made me smile so much throughout this. So letters were sent to him, but to no avail. When the letters didn't reach him my friends went to media & the news. The act alone put me in awe! This many people coming together and spreading my story to him...that was simply stunning. But it worked! Mark, My Hero, saw the messages and responded within hours.

He reached out to my family and myself letting us know that'd he was going to be flying out that night to meet me. Even though I glowed in joy on the outside, on the inside I was feeling my worst. I can tell my days were getting shorter, but I smiled because he was coming for me. My Hero, was going to save me.

The next few hours seemed to go by in slow motion. Doctors were constantly walking in and out of the room and kept nagging and prodding me with questions and needles, but I simply wanted to sleep and wait for My Hero to come.

...and that's what happened. He walked through the doors and all I could do was cry. I freaking cried. They were mostly happy tears, but some were for the sheer fact that I couldn't even get out of the bed I had laid in for so long to hug him. He came over to my bedside and hugged me. My Hero hugged me...and I was at a loss for words. He pulled up a chair and we spoke for what seemed like an eternity. I was in so much pain, but I didn't care...I smiled and he smiled. That's all I wanted to see. His smile, My Hero's smile!

But as I said before, all good things must come to an end. So as night was approaching, the doctors made My Hero leave me. They shattered me with their words, but he quickly put me back together with a caring hug and his sweet words. He said he was coming back tomorrow and the next day after that...My Hero was going to come back for me! My heart soared in happiness while the rest of my body cried in pain. We hugged one last time before he left with his sweet "goodnights" and "goodbyes"...then I slept. I finally closed my eyes..and slept!

It was a strange dream. I woke up, but I was standing...on my own. No one was helping me, I felt better, and I felt stronger! But as I glanced around that once dull hospital room that was now filled with light, my eyes had settled on something strange. My family and friends were surrounding that awful hospital bed. Why?Aren't they glad I'm out of that miserable thing. I thought. Then I spoke, but they didn't hear me. I went to speak again, but something took my breathe away. No, he took it away. My Hero, but he was crying. My Hero was crying and therefore I started crying and made my way to his side. I asked why, but he ignored me and I kept asking until I went to place my hand on my his shoulder...

It then hit my like a freight train. I turned to face my devastated family and their tear-soaked faces. Then I saw a glimpse of myself before turning away quickly. I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't have a choice to not believe it. I had died. It won.

All those years of pain finally left me, but it was replaced by a new pain. The pain of seeing all those wonderful people so upset to see me gone. But this was going to change, I wouldn't let end like this. I walked to my parents and told them that I was finally happy whilst trying to place my hands on their shoulders. I know they felt it and I have a feeling they heard me too.

After making my rounds to all my friends and family members, I felt the sadness in the room die down. But there was still one person who was lost in this feeling. I made my way to him, My Hero! I knelt down at side next to the chair he was setting in. I told him everything that I hadn't had a chance to say the night before. To sum it up, it was very long and drug out "Thank You". And he heard every word. I could tell by the way he started crying harder, but there were happy tears there. And there it was! My Hero, he wore that beautiful smile that made my heart flutter.

In that moment I felt lighter and I began to fade slightly, but not before thanking him again and pecking him on the cheek.

"Thank you Mark! Thank you for being My Hero!"