Demi’s P.O.V.
I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t live without her. I couldn’t be happy without her. But she had cancer, and the inexplicable truth of that statement hadn’t quite sunk in yet. She was a rare case, they’d said. Every time they said it was unheard of, or rare, or unlucky I wanted to scream. Why her? Why not someone who didn’t have a baby to think about? When they said she was too far along in the pregnancy to abort I knew deep down Amelie had known her hip wasn’t fractured. I hated her for it. It was one life, or the other. They couldn’t do chemo because it could screw with the baby instead of the cancerous cells in Amelie’s hip. She wasn’t terminal though. Yet. They wanted to replace her hip, get the tumour out of her. But they couldn’t use general anaesthetic on her because of the baby. I was so scared of losing her and I wanted her to have every last chance possible. But chemo, the operation, all of that impossible because of the baby. And I hated myself for it, but I despised the baby for compromising Amelie’s chances.
“Demi. You’re going to break that glass.” Amelie said, wheeling herself over to me and taking the glass from my hand. She was getting quite good at using the wheelchair. I hadn’t realised that I was even holding a glass.
“Thanks.” I muttered, I could hardly look at her without crying. I felt bad, she was the one with the right to be upset.
“We need to talk.” She said, wheeling back over to me. I felt an awful sense of dread as she parked up in front of me and reached her hands out, holding my knees. I shut my eyes, trying not to cry. “This is hard. And I just wanted to tell you that if you want to break up and save yourself a whole lot of heartbreak, I agree.” My eyes flew open as she said it.
“I’m not breaking up with you.” I shot back, resolute in my decision. “I’m privileged to call you my girlfriend and that’s not about to end. Till the bitter end, my darling.” I said, and I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. I put my face in my hands and just sobbed. Amelie couldn’t even comfort me because of the chair, so she just sat awkwardly in front of me, patting my knee.
“I’m sorry.” She said and I looked up at her. I stopped crying.
“No, I’m sorry, this is harder on you than it is on me. You shouldn’t need to care for me, I’m the one caring for you. And we are so not ending just because you’ve got a touch of cancer.” I said, leaning forward and kissing her awkwardly because of the chair.
“Can you help me out of the chair and onto the couch or something so I can kiss you properly?” She pulled back from the kiss after I almost fell onto her from leaning. I helped her onto the sofa and she sat between my legs, assuring me she was comfortable.
“Till the end.” She said, tracing the ‘strong’ on my right wrist.
“I promise.” I replied.
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Yes I Am (A Demi Lovato Fanfiction) (Lesbian Stories)
Fanfiction"My eyes followed her movements outside. Red hair, against grass soon to be white with snow, flicked over her shoulder, and a smile emerged on her face."
