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Dying

After Y/n dies Mattheo can't stand the thought of going on a date with someone else.

Word Count: 754

10 years ago

"What would you do if I die", A young, naive Y/n asked an also just as young and just as naive Mattheo.

Mattheo sat up in the bed the covers rolling down his body showing his shirtless chest. I look up and look into his sleepy eyes.

"I don't know!", he laughs rolling over and resting his chin on my chest. "I don't really want to think about it because I don't think I could live without you.", he says kissing my face everywhere except for my lips.

That was 10 years ago. And little did either of them know what was to come ahead.

Present Day

"Mattheo!", I yell. "I'm dying and there is nothing you or I or anyone can do about it!", I say falling to the floor in a pile of sobs.

I AM dying and no one can do anything about it.

"Y/n, stop, please!", Mattheo begs falling to the floor with me. "I know you're going to die! And I can't stand the thought of it!"

We just sit there on the floor hugging each other for I don't know how long.

"I don't want to die", I whisper tears falling from my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I don't want you to either", He says wiping both of our tears away.

"I love you Mattheo"

"I love you", he says cradling the back of my head and rocking me back and forth in his lap.

"Promise me you'll always love me", I say looking up at his tear-stained face. "Even when I'm gone"

"I promise", he says breaking down again.

"Mommy, what's wrong?", Our three-year-old daughter Olivia comes downstairs.

"Nothing, Honey just go back to bed"

Instead of doing what she is told she runs over and sits on Mattheo's lap hugging me. Mattheo also joins in on the hug and it becomes our whole family hugging me.

"I'm gonna miss this", I smile hugging my family back.

"Miss what Mommy?", Olivia says.

"Nothing, baby let's go back to bed yeah?", Mattheo says picking our daughter up with one arm and helping me up with the other.

Mattheo puts her down in her bed and covers her up. He quietly shuts the door and comes over to me wrapping his arms around me one last time.

"She's not even going to remember me", I say fighting tears again.

"Yes she will, I'll make sure of it", he says rubbing my back to comfort me. In the same way he always has. And just that thought makes me break down again.

"Are you going to find someone else", I ask him.

"Y/n, I don't want to think about anything like that right now. I just want to enjoy the present", he says stroking my cheek lovingly.

10 years after

Mattheo's POV:

"Why don't you like I don't know go on a date?", My 13-year-old daughter Olivia suggests.

"I can't", I say putting the dishes away.

"Why not?", She questions sitting at the table and putting her chin on her hands.

"I just can't", I say getting stressed out.

"Why, Why not just try it? I mean its been 10 years since mom-"

"And there has not been a day in those last 10 years that I didn't spend thinking  about your mother and what was stolen from me!", I say slapping my hand down on the counter.

"Okay god!", she says getting up and storming up to her room.

"Fuck", I say sitting down at the table. I break down thinking how I'll never be able to let go of Y/n. How she'll always have my heart forever.

I think about our wedding. Our first date. The first time we kissed. Everything.

"Dad....", Olivia comes downstairs. "You really still love her? After all this time?"

" Of course", I say pulling myself together. "I promised I would"

She pulls me into a hug. "I hope I find someone that loves me just as much as you love mom", she says pulling away.

"Me too", I say.

"What was she like?", she asks.

"Very much like you"

"Really?"

"Yep, you remind me of her a lot actually"

"What else?"

I spent the rest of the night talking about the person who is always on my mind and who I'll never be able to get over. Who will forever be mine.