Love story

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I felt the colour drain from my cheeks like face paint being washed away by cold water.

"So," I breathed "So they can cure that right. Toby they can cure that. Right?"

He reached out and took my hand in his, he turned his head to look up at me and shook his head, his face growing wet with tears.
"Honestly Spence, I don't know."

I wrapped him in my arms and breathed in the sent of his cologne.
"We can get through this Toby." I whispered into the grey fabric of his T-shirt, "We can get through this,"

It was well after midnight but both of us were too emotional to fall asleep, we turned on the fire and watched the flames dance. Hand in hand, the warmth of the fire against our faces. We hadn't sat like this since we first got together.

"Last time that we were sat like this you told me that if I ever got the urge to run away I should call you first," I said, not taking my eyes off of the fire, "I just thought I'd tell you that I'm not going anywhere. I'm not running away from this."

My eyes were still on the fire but I felt Toby's lips soft against my cheek. Then we sat there some more, until we both drifted into a deep sleep.