(third person)

The pain wracks my body ceaselessly... Is Misty hiding something from me? It seems like I will die sooner. She's become more remote... no... we promised...

"Ash?" Misty calls from the doorway.

"Yes, my love?" I cough out, but I direct it away from her.

"Its... Its gonna happen.." she collapses in a fit of sobs and hugs me tightly, transmitting all the love she feels, all her sadness through it.

"Josh told me 3... 3 months." she kisses me on my cheeks and I cry silently with her.

"When did he.. Tell you this?" I ask.

"Y... Yesterday. I was going to tell you earlier. But I was just so shocked. We thought you had three years.. But now..." She sobs hysterically.

I cradle her slim, shapely body... Giving her empty words of bravery..

3 months... Just three months to do everything I wanted to do. To show her everything I feel... Its so impossible. Death? Death why are you so cruel?