Love Hurts

Chapter 3

|Mark|

I dont blame him for being mad. I really don't. But I just don't want him to find out that there may be something wrong with me. I don't want him to be disappointed or hurt.
"Answer me, Mark."
"Yes I was," I confessed. I turned to the wall, pretending to read the boring facts on the wall.
"Why, Mark you make no sense to me." He sighed and looked at his phone.
"I'm sorry, Dark. I really am. I'm just scared ok? If I had said that there was nothing wrong with me I would be left alone and we would be ok. At least thats what I think. Or thought. I dont know anymore." Dark grabbed me and hugged me.

"No matter if it is a simple cold or a full fleged disease I will be here for you," I sniffed and he  kissed my nose lovingly, "It'll be ok." Little did he know he was so so wrong.

**18 Weeks Later**
|Dark|

It seemed at if the chemo only made him sicker. Everyday he went in he would cough and hack his lungs out, and then he would lose so much energy he could barely even speak. I hated this. This wasn't living. I had told him countless times to tell his doctor but he refused. His response was that he was too tired. But, I'm positive he didnt mean tired as in physical ways but as in spiritual ways. I cried. Just like how I did once I found out he had leukemia. I didnt want to lose him but I knew he was in so much pain. He couldn't really eat anything. If he did he just threw it up. He couldn't even smile without it causing him pain. I hated this. I hated the fact that I would have to let him go.
But it was and inevitable thing that had to be done.