(Losely based on season) "Liam! Wait!" I yelled and I ran after him. Only to have him growl as he turned toward me, causing me to stumble back. His eyes flashing gold. "What?" He raised his voice. "I love you Skylar!. I love you. More than anything! How the hell can you stand there and tell me you don't care that about the dread doctors? How can you act like it doesn't matter that they'll kill you! I would do anything to protect you, but you don't even care if-" he cut himself off as his fist collided with a locker. Jumping in fear, a tear escaped my eyes and I could feel the silver mercury drip from my nose. I whipped it away and stared into his worried, piercing blue eyes. " Liam. I'm sick." I took in a shakey breath. "I've been dying for a while now. And I know, I don't have a lot of time left." "...What?" Liam breathed. He looked like his world had just came crashing down. A sob left my lips and I told him everything. If only I had known, how little time I actually had.