I'd like to thank everyone who had read chapter 2, specially those who followed, favorited, or reviewed, namely Danyene, BlondiePsycho, and jellybeanpaws.

Chapter 3

"So, do you still meet Kaito and Meiko?" Gakupo asked to break the awkward silence which had formed as they sat down sipping their tea. He was also curious to know how had everyone been doing since he started his not-so-successful treatment journey, or 'his disappearance' as it seemed to others.
It was because he didn't want to form close relationships with anyone since he was doomed to die anyway, that he stopped contacting them. He did not wish to hurt anyone. But then again, why was he there fully knowing that he was going to wreck Luka with what he was doing?! Why had he changed his mind?! He must have been the cruelest man on the planet, because he was going to hurt his most beloved one almost on purpose, and for such a selfish wish.

"Ah yes, occasionally." Luka took a sip of her cup as she spoke, tucking a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.
"Meiko and I try to meet every once in a while, we go shopping together, and somehow we end up drinking all night at my place." A faint laugh of hers ringed just around the two of them. "In fact, she's coming over tomorrow so you can meet her too, if you'd like to, that is."

"As for Kaito, not so often. Meiko told me they've been meeting every weekend for a friends' night out, but personally, I think they're dating." Luka winked at him.

"I've always thought they'd end up together, honestly it was obvious since middle school." Gakupo laughed and couldn't think of anything else to say.

They were both scared. They were both trying to avoid the poison-bitter important issues. His health, his disappearance, and the reason why he had finally decided to show up…these were dangerous unapproachable topics, and neither of them wanted to risk ruining the sweet priceless moments they were having; they agreed mentally to save the bitter talk until it was really needed, and to just enjoy the moment.

They say that time flies fast when you're enjoying yourself. It had never seemed that true to Gakupo before. If it wasn't for the pain in his ribs and tired muscles he could have went on laughing and chatting with Luka till the morning came.

Luka suggested that he should get some rest –or rather forced him to- but she wasn't going to let him leave her place in such weather so she let him relax on the couch in her living room, and brought him a pillow and a pile of blankets.
Brief good night wishes were exchanged and she hurried to her room to finally let out what she had been bottling up inside her chest.

An unending flood of tears streamed down her face and she bit her lower lip to hold back the loud cries imprisoned in her throat, regretting how she had been acting. Why was it that it felt so awkward to talk to him? Why couldn't she tell him the many things she had wanted to say? Why couldn't she just tell him honestly how she felt?
She would blame it all on his sickness. It was probably what built these thick walls between her and Gakupo. It made her talk to him with sympathy and caution. It made her mind label him as a 'sick person' instead of a 'best friend', or perhaps more accurately, as her 'love'.

For her to treat him like a sick person was the very worst thing she could do, as she thought. But how could she not, when he seemed as if he was going to collapse any moment?
Luka hated sicknesses for all the reasons in the world. She did not want Gakupo taken away from her. She did not want to think twice of what she wanted to say before speaking, just to make sure it wasn't going to hurt him somehow. She wanted their old friendship back, simple and straightforward. She wanted their future she spent most of her nights imagining.

Finally, her eyes lit up with an idea. She decided she would try to look right into his ever-so-lively sapphire eyes next time she talks to him instead. After all, weren't eyes windows to the soul? It was his soul, his true self, that she wanted to talk to, not his fragile flesh. But she couldn't possibly wait until the morning came, there was no way she could fall asleep knowing that fate may steal him from right under her nose any moment, so she hugged her pillow and a blanket to her torso with one arm, and grabbed a thin mattress that she had with her free hand and headed to the living room to join him.

Gakupo could barely make out her face in the mess of the things she was holding, the dim light in the room didn't help much either, but he still smiled as he noticed the figure moving towards the living room. Luka secretly wished he wouldn't notice her red nose and swollen eyes.

"Erm, Gakupo,…I couldn't fall asleep after all, mind if I put my mattress there?" She inquired pointing to a certain spot on the ground.
"I'm a little scared, you know." she continued in a brittle voice.

Gakupo beamed at her nodding.
"I am, as well."

With no more words to be said, she silently positioned her the mattress which was going to serve as her bed for the night on the floor, and lied down covering her weary body with the blanket.

Sleeping on the living room's floor like that reminded the pinkette of the days of camping and slumber parties when she was still an ignorant child; jolly, happy, and ready to explore the world, which cheered her up a little, but soon enough her mind drifter back to her miserable reality. Painfully-slow twenty minutes passed but she couldn't rest her lids. She was way too worried to sleep. Her azure eyes were fixed on Gakupo's chest going up and down, as if she had a duty to watch over his respiration or else he would stop breathing. One tear ran down her left cheek without permission.

"Luka.." Gakupo caught her off-guard as he called her name softly. She thought he had fallen asleep.

"You'll never know how much I still regret not trying to ask you for a dance again." The purple-haired man continued laughing faintly, trying to make it sound like a funny thing to say. Silly! He had finally gathered enough courage to spit it out, why did he have to make it sound like a joke?! He mentally slapped himself but then he calmed down as he saw Luka smile at him for a moment.

Gakupo would never know, but Luka was rather shocked that he was actually still thinking of that matter, and a little spark of hope was lit inside of her as he finished his statement. Maybe, just maybe, he loved her too.

"And you'll never know that I would have happily accepted had you ever did. No wait, I've just told you that, so now you know. God! I'm an idiot!" The pinkette answered with the same cheesy, trying-to-make-it-sound-funny tone he used for the first part.

It was surprising for him to hear such an answer, and he hoped it was love, not sympathy, what made her say so.

"Is it too late?"

"…No. it's never too late." She simply answered , her eyes shining with the type of excitement a child would possess, but the rest of her features as calm as the summer sea.

A silly grin crossed the face of the tall man as he got out from under the blankets with difficulty, and walked towards the pink-haired lady who was now standing up.

"Princess, would you give me the honor?" He bowed and asked gently, with a deep seducing voice, stretching out a slightly shaking hand.

"oh please." Luka replied gladly accepting his offer and taking his hand.

There was no music playing, and from time to time Gakupo would tremble, or she would step on his toes, but it only served to make the dance more unique and realistic for both of them. It was beautiful but fragile; just like they were. Like petals on a flower, easily blown away in the wind.

They danced to the tranquilizing sound of the rain washing the town of its sorrows and tending to its wounds as if to give it hope, to the loud cracks and low rumbles of thunder, and to the mourning of the wind in perfect harmony as if they became one with nature. Nature was everlasting and so was their love. The cold breeze wrapped them closer to each other's, and the scent of the freshly watered soil soothed their souls.

As their song, which only they could hear came to an end, Gakupo sealed the dance with a kiss on Luka's forehead, with all the passion and love he had been bearing for her over the years, and Luka's eyes seemed to be getting moist for the hundred time that night.

"I have always loved you, and I always will. Even if the world comes to an end, even if all the forces in the world try to take me away from you, Even if I die this very moment, my love for you will never change. I will love you till the end of time." He whispered huskily in her ear, his shaking arm still wrapped around her waist.

Luka looked up at him smiling, and a connection too hallowed to be humanly formed between their souls, as their eyes met for a moment.

"Even if the whole Earth burnt to ashes, even if we were to die tomorrow, my Love for you would forever exist." Luka replied overflowing with happiness, planting a peck on his cheek. "Healthy or terribly sick, You idiot know very well how to dazzle a lady. "

So much weight was lifted off her shoulders as she finally admitted. She was the luckiest and unluckiest woman in the world at the moment, and she was very happy about it. She would have never traded this night for anything else.

Neither of them was going to be able to fall asleep tonight, at least not as long as contentment rushed alongside adrenaline through their vessels. Nonetheless Luka sat on the couch and let Gakupo lay his body beside her, resting his head on her lap. He smiled as she stroked his cheek gently. He couldn't ask for more; his wish was granted and he could die peacefully, for he was already in heaven.

Just to let you know, this isn't the end. I thought some people would think so, considering the last few sentences, but no, there is one more chapter coming soon. Do you like how has this story been progressing? Did you enjoy my fail at romance a.k.a Chapter 3 ? Any expectation for the ending?
I'd like to know what you think. Don't be shy, let me know please.