"I' m not that ill!" Lilah protested from the bed. "Bad moments come. But they go. Some days are fine, some a little bit harder. But that doesn't mean we should give up our dream. Have you ever seen me defeated? Don't you forget what I've been through and yet, I'm still standing."

Wesley sighed. He hated this part. Reminding her. "Lilah, you're dying."

"So what happens now?"

"Don't ask any more." Wesley kissed her forehead.

Where do we go from here? Lilah wondered. "This isn't where we intended to be.
We had it all, you believed in me. I believed in you. Took some time…but it happened."

Wesley let out a sad laugh. "I still believe in you, Li."

"Certainties have disappeared, though," Lilah reminded him. "What do we do for our dream to survive? How do we keep all our passions alive, as we used to do?" As she awaited an answer, she thought, Deep in my heart I'm concealing… things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling, frightened you'll slip away… You must love me…

Her answer didn't come, so she asked more questions, "Why are you at my side?
How can I be any use to you now? Give me a chance and I'll let you see how
nothing has changed."

"Everything has changed, Li…just…a little too late."

They can both tell that she's down to her last seconds.

Tears spilling over, Lilah uses them to say, "You must love me."