How do you take the news that your dying? Honestly I don't know, and to be frank I could care less. It sounds naive and reckless of me to say that, but it's true. He's there with me, Roxas, my love, my life, my joy, and my world. I can die happy now, I know how it feels to be in love and be loved back. I know how it feels to lose something and gain another. I've lived life to what looks and feel like the fullest. Yet I'm so young, I'm just 21 for god's sake! Yet I count myself lucky for being able to live a thousand years in such a short time.

There he was right now. My heart sank, he's crying...no, he's sobbing. I see pain in his eyes, and I can practically hear his heart breaking like fragile glass. I felt the urge to run outside and comfort him, I wanted to be held in his arms. I resisted it though it hurt me to do so.

He entered my hospital room with a single white rose tied with a black ribbon, his eyes still red and bloodshot all the while.

"What's wrong love?" I asked knowing perfectly well what was wrong.

"I love you so much. Words can't even express how much I do, so for you I do this..." He kissed me, but it wasn't just any other kiss. It felt like burned passion with a lingering sadness. It was soft, longing, and filled with melancholy.

"Why must you cry? I'm still here, your with me, and most importantly we love each other!" I told him pulling him into a tight hug.

"First my grandfather, then my father, now you...I don' know how I'll live...I don't even know if I still want to live," He said all the while sqeezing my hands and kissing my forehead lovingly.

"But will you live for me?" I whispered in his ear.

"Namine I..." He started but I cut him off.

"Please? That's all I really want. Live life to the fullest, take everything and give nothing back," I pulled him even closer (if that's even possible).

He suddenly broke away and took a knee. He pulled out the rose and held it in front of me. I suddenly noticed a small glint in the ribbon.

"Will you marry me? I love you and that's all I'm really sure of and that's all I care about," He handed me the white rose. The ring was tied to the rose by a simple black ribbon. The ring was beautiful and reversed. The band wasn't made out of a precious metal but diamond and instead of a stone it was a small un-uniform chunk of platinum. Suddenly the hospital door burst open and everybody, even the doctors and staff cheered.

"Be mine until the end of our days? Be mine and melt the pain away. Be mine and only mine?" His poem pushed me off the edge and into tears. I kissed him with the same passion as he kissed me. He loved me, and that's all I really needed.