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♥︎|PROLOGUE|♥︎

"Come here," Ivy calls out for me in her soft, fragile voice.

"What were you thinking?!" My sharp tone causes her to flinch. I feel bad for shouting at her but who the hell keeps such things from their boyfriend? "Why didn't you take your medicines on their prescribed time?! I leave you for a day and you show such irresponsibility Ivy! You're not a child! "

"Just listen to me baby. I d-don't have t-" she stops abruptly before letting out a series of sobs. Looking at her breaks me completely into millions of pieces. I run towards her and take her tiny shaking hands into my own. "Don't be mad at me Chris. I'm dying Chris. I'm d-dying." Tears never stop streaming down her cheeks.

"No no Ivy. Nothing is happening to you. Doctors are trying to save you." I wipe her tearful face, trying to remain calm and not show how much her condition is breaking me. How much her illness is tearing me apart. "It's going to be okay, Ivy. You can't leave me. You won't leave me. Get it through your little brain." I try to cheer her because I can't look at her this way.

Each tear that slips out of her eye feels like a knife piercing through me. She squeezes my hand tightly, recovering from her emotions and replacing them with her warm smile. Her smile that I've grown accustomed to. The smile that brightens up my day. The smile that I've grown to love. The same smile I fell for the day I saw her for the first time. "If only I had the will Chris. If only I could chose to live or to die." Her smile turned to a sad one.

I stare at her beautiful face, not blinking and thinking about how life would be without her but my mind brings darkness. All I imagine is darkness because the woman laying on the bed beside me is all the light I have. I can't imagine a single day without her.

"Why do you think so negatively? You'll fight. I know that." I cup her cheeks gently trying to calm myself more, than her.

"Chris I'm tired. I don't want to fight anymore," She exhales leaning onto my touch.

"No, Ivy. You have to fight for us. For me. For your family Ivy."

She shakes her head slowly. And I stay quiet. I realize how much she has changed in the past months. Her lips that were the pinkest and the softest ever are now white and dry. All moister is gone. Her flushed cheeks that I loved to pinch have disappeared; all that is left is the paleness of her skin. The grey eyes that can melt my heart anytime–that were full of life, have now drained all their colour and the bags under them scare me. But I still love her. I still love her and I always will.

"Chris, can I a-ask a favour?" Ivy lets out her voice smaller than a whisper. I nod, my hands shaking in hers as I try to control my cries. To control my anger. I am angry at God who put me in such a situation. The person I love with every fibre in me is suffering in front of me and I am helpless. "Burry me with this locket, will you?" She points towards her neck were the silver locket lays. The one I gifted her. It's metal is as shiny as the time I gave it to her. It's stones are still sparkling brightly as the light reflects on them.

"I will. But you aren't going anywhere." I try to protest but she ignores it.

"You know what I'll miss the most about you?" She smiles at me after asking, this time happily.