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He slipped into the bedroom quietly, gently closing the door, desperate not to wake her.
He tiptoed over to the dresser, and got out a pair of boxers and a T-shirt. He changed out of his clothes, tossing them into the hamper in the closet. He slipped on the boxers and T-shirt.
Walking over to the bed, he noticed how the moonlight from the window cast a deathly pale glow over her, yet she still looked beautiful. He pulled back the covers and slipped into bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He was shocked at how thin she was.
The chemo had completely drained her of her energy, and she was losing weight rapidly. Her hair had thinned considerably, but it was still there, as silky as ever, but less vibrant. She looked even paler in the glow of the moonlight.
He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. How was he ever supposed to live without her? How was he ever supposed to live without seeing her, touching her, hearing her? They had only been married for five years, but she had been a part of his life for nearly a decade.
How was he supposed to raise their daughter alone? Their beautiful daughter, who, even at a young age, resembled her mother so much.
He knew it was only a matter of time now. He would never forget the day she came to him, stating simply that she wanted to stop the treatments. That she didn't want to try anymore. That it would just come back again, just like the last two times. That she didn't want to live with this pain anymore.
"Honey?" Her quiet voice startled him from his thoughts.
"Sorry," he said apologetically. "Did I wake you?"
"No, I wasn't asleep," she replied, her voice weak. "Waiting for you."
"You should get some sleep. You need your rest." he said, running a hand down her arm.
She simply nodded, moving closer to him, resting against his chest.
"I love you." she said. He kissed her temple.
"I love you, too."
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