Sorry

He cradles her in his arms like the most delicate of flowers. She hates this feeling of being so fragile. It brings tears to her eyes to think of not only her pain but the stress and anguish she must be casting onto her boyfriend. He does not deserve this.

She was so, so weak, literally dying with cancer, lying hopelessly on the hospital bed with the now familiar smell of fear all around. And yet; here he still was. He could have left her, never turning back. Yet when she read his eyes, everytime he visited, which was everyday, she could see no sign of pity... just... love.

She smiles at his open face for the last time, hoping that he can somehow understand her silent apology. She mutters one last "sorry," sees his eyebrows furrow and closes her eyes and slips away.

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