"Cooper..."
I'm scared, and my soul and heart are a powerful and overwhelming mixture of feelings, because I know he won't believe what I'm about to say. I also know, though, that I have to explain.
I've been married, and I didn't tell him. When I did, it was too late. And even if he can't forgive me, he deserves to know it, the whole truth.
So I keep telling myself this: he deserves to know.
"I married him when I was only twenty three. It's hard to believe, isn't it?" I give him a little smile. "After a year he was diagnosed with cancer. We... we both fought, together, because even if I really felt like running I knew I could not let him there all alone... I was scared, and he was more... I guess you don't wanna listen Cooper, but I need this." A few tears roll down my cheeks. "We passed the next year going in and out hospitals, and then, after a surgery, he didn't wake up. I was hopeful, you know. I thought that surgery could really fix him. But he didn't wake up, and I was lost. I didn't know what to do, and when my father made me understand that the best thing for both of us was unplug the respirator... I-I just did it. But I've never done something more difficult. Except... except letting you go." I almost whisper, without daring looking at him.
We both sigh. At least, I told him.