( Curtis pov)
25 days.
That's all.
25 day to spend whit the one I love the most.
The chemotherapy had done nothing for him.
Over then weaken him and mack he's hair fallout.
When the doctor had told me there was nothing more they could do for him. It destroys me.
He sits on my lap he's back to my chest he's head rests gently on my shoulder an arm around he's fine little hips hand in hand.
Tiers run down are cheeks.
in he's private hospital room that is filled whit brightly coloured flowers and cards wishing him to get better soon from all are friends and my family.
" I love you so much. You know that" I say in to he's ear.
He turns and looks at me whit he's dark sunken eyes.
He's gray skin is vainly and the feeding tube is abrasive on he's fine face.
He look dead all ready. A sob escapes my lip. I pull him closer to me and sob.
I can't lose him. God why him why naw.
He's fin arms wrap around my neck as he turns himself to face me slowly and gently.
" your going to be ok Curtis. Every thing is going to be ok" he said weakly.
" no it's not going to be ok. Marshall baby I'm losing you. Nothing is going to be ok. " I sob holding he's frail body close to me.
" You know your favourite whit boy is all ways going to be with you " he laughs lightly that makes me laugh lightly.
" your all ways going to be my favourite whit boy" I smile weakly at him trying my hardest not to burst in to sobs.
He kisses me before gently laying he's head on my shoulder again. This time so are chests are together.
I rub he's back as fresh tiers stream down my cheeks.
God why him.
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