For the next couple days, everything was fine. Both of them spent so much time together, sharing every waking moment.
As time passed on, Aylie had progressed much, her health has been stabilized, chemotherapy was a bitch but at least it kept her alive. Rowan felt happy, mellow, and angry at this, that she can live but suffer in return. And it hurt him not being able to do something about it.
"Hey, want to watch Destiel?" It was an odd obsession of hers but Rowan supported her in her long time watching Supernatural, it made her happy.
For Rowan, this was his job, to make her happy, even in the smallest things like watching her favorite tv shows, repeating 10 things I hate about you for the sixth time , and listening to her favorite band just to see her happy. Because seeing her happy makes him happy, as sappy as that sounds.
He wanted to show her that life is always beautiful, that she needs to keep on fighting because she is never alone in this battle, he wanted to be the one who pulled her out of this dark and gloomy shadow of life.
Rowan believed in this, he knew it to be true. It was his calling, he needed it to be true, no matter how hard it was.

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Crossed My Mind [Completed√]
Historia CortaHighest Story Ranking: #905 5/18/17 "Dear Rowan, I wanted you to notice how much I loved you. But I guess you won't ever know now. By the time you received this letter, I'm gonna regret not telling you h...