Chapter 2!

First of all, thank you so much to my reviewers Legal-Assassin-006 and moviemaniac12. You really gave the energy I needed to continue this. And thanks MM12 for your help!
Please people, I do not know anything about cancer, but I looked for information before writting this. If you read it and know that something is wrong about the disease, or the context, whatever, please make me know.

And before you read this, I want to tell you that I don't want to offend nobody with this. I know I'm writting about a character with a terminal disease, and that isn't a thing to take easily. So please, if you find something wrong, or something you didn't like, MAKE ME KNOW.

A/N: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

A week later after I had found out that I had cancer, I found myself walking on the streets. It was a sunny day and I was just walking, not being sure where I was going, until I stopped in a little library. It had a lot of different books, and some couches and chairs, to pick up a book and read it. 'Living with Cancer' was the first book I took with my hands. It was white, with black letters in the front.

I sat on one of the chairs and started to read the prologue. It was short, but I can remember it now, without reading it.

'Sometimes, you need to know you're dying to understand how beautiful and precious the life is and how much the others loves you. I hope you can understand that this is not the end of the life as you knew. Is the beggining of the life you didn't know it existed before'

Without thinking, I bought that book. It's beside my bed now, and sometimes she reads it for me.

"Arthur, what are you doing here?"

She was wearing her favourite scarf, the same one I gave her once. After graduating, she used to work in a small and modest firm of architecs in Paris. She had a lot of job offers from big companies, but she refused to work in them, because she wanted to desing another things more than buildings with offices. She wanted to create houses where families could live and small things.

"Well, I've come to pick you up"

"You're suppose to be in-"

"I know, but I decided to take some... holidays"

She smiled at me, and giggled. I needed to said something more, because she wasn't a fool. I was a Point Man, one of the most requested, and I didn't take holidays. It wasn't me.

"You never take holidays. Are you ok? You look a little pale"

I was fine, but yes, I was pale. And that was one of the first signals of my condition. The doctors detected me the cancer once it was out of control, when nothing could be done.

"Yeah, but why don't we go for some coffee and croissants? I know a place you'll love"

We talked about her day, and when she asked about mine, I avoided the question. I tried to talk just about her, and forget for a moment about me. Our talk started with her work and her designs for a new house she was working into for a couple.

"They were so adorable Arthur. They want a big house because they want to have a lot of babies. She asked me for at least six rooms!"

"Well, I see they want babies so badly"

We lived together for two years, and despite we weren't married or even engaged, we lived as we were. And she didn't tell me anything but I knew she wanted a family. And I wished that more than anyone, but I couldn't have a family with her. I wasn't going to have one, when I was starting to leave her.

"Oh, Eames called me this morning. He wanted to talk to you but you leave, and I though you were going to Madrid"

"Did he say something?"

She just nodded and drank a sip of her coffee.

"That he needs to see you. I told him to call you in a week, but he said that he'll call you at your mobile. His voice was serious. I think he's in trouble"

"Trouble? Eames?"

"Yeah, you know Eames. He can't be out of trouble"

I laughed a little. The forger was like a kid that needs constantly of the others to keep an eye on him. But I knew he wasn't calling me because he was in a trouble.

"'Sometimes, the best thing is look for support on your family and friends. They helped me a lot when I started to suffer from the chemotherapy and'-"

She is sitting beside my bed, reading me my favourite book. I can't even read anymore, I have no strenght. She put one hand over her belly while she reads.

"How is he?"

She stop reading, and look at me and then, she just smiled.

"The doctors said he's fine"

I smiled and rested one hand on her belly. I can feel the movements inside her. I wish I can be there when he borns, and she said that I will make it, but we both know that I won't.

Sad at the end :(

A short chapter, I know. But in the next chapter, Arthur wil work a lot...

Thanks for reading,

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