"Banira-chan," Seto called my name from his room. He was sitting on his bed; he didn't have to lie down anymore.

"Yes Seto-kun?" I asked rushing in the room to his side.

"Banira-chan…there's something I need to ask you."

"What is it?"

"I know this may seem a little sudden, but I've only got months to live…I was wondering if…you'd…marry me?"

My heart rate was racing in the snap of a finger. Tears formed in my eyes. I took a step closer to him. I was only seventeen. But I said yes. Seto's sickness has made our feelings for each other evident, and I still loved him, even though he was as sick as a dog.

We were married the next day. We didn't have much time to plan anything, but still the ceremony was pretty big. All of our friends were there, tears in their eyes. They were a mix of happy and sad. Sad that Seto now only has three months to live, but happy that we're getting married.

Weeks later, Seto could walk without hurting. We were walking along the beach with Mokuba one day, and Mokuba started crying.

"What's wrong Mokuba?" I asked him, letting go of Seto's hand and taking his.

"I just realized that…you guys are never gonna have children! Seto always wanted children, but now you probably won't have any!"

"Mokuba," Seto explained, "You're right. It'd take a miracle for us to be able to have kids, but Banira could always adopt after I'm gone."

"Why can't you adopt now?"

"Because…I'm almost dead. I couldn't put a child through that."

About a month later wonderful news had arrived. Seto was going to live! We were all so excited! We had a celebration after finding that out! He was doing a lot better, so it all made sense right? Wrong.

A month after that, Seto died. He died at his desk, and I found him in there. I was shocked and I couldn't believe it. All the memories we had…us getting married…the doctors saying he'll live! It was all over. I burst out in tears and I fell to the floor of the room. I actually considered joining him, but I figured not. I wouldn't scare Mokuba that way. I went to go find him and when I did, I told him what happened. We were both in tears at the sight of the dead Seto. Someone we loved so much. He was gone. And he wasn't coming back.

At his funeral my sisters held Mokuba and I. They had to tell us we'll be alright, but I didn't know if I would. I'm a seventeen year old widow! And I loved my husband so much…I wish it could've been me instead of him…

A week or so after the funeral I was diagnosed with depression. KC was now run by Mokuba and me. It was hard work, and I loved doing it, but I was so sad about Seto I didn't know if I could keep it up.

I went home one day after work and went to see a doctor. He told me my depression was fine, but there was something else I needed to know. I was two months pregnant. I was shocked at first, but after that moment of shocked that was the first time I realized I hadn't crashed and burned. I realized that I'd have….

…my own little Seto. And I'll never let them go.