Hi, guys!

How are you doing?

I got another FanFiction for ya guys, and this time, it's a sad one. I'm sorry. I actually wanted to make one that would probably get into the feels, if you know what I mean.

This time, this story is slightly different. So, it won't be a typical story with the girls going off on missions. Instead, it's going to be a romance with people becoming reunited after some years with WOOHP mentioned here and there. I should also mention it's an inspiration from the movie and book, Sleepless in Seattle, which was also remade into a Hindi movie called Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (translated to 'Something Happens') and that translation is the name of this particular FanFiction.

I'm also going to mention that I've borrowed the character, Skylar, from Cresenta's Lark's story, Remember Me? (If any of you have not read that narrative, you need to. It's quite good and emotional.) Just an FYI, Cresenta, if you're scratching your head and wondering why I have a character name the same as yours and also why the plotline is briefly similar to Remember Me?

Either way, I hope this first chapter goes well with you all and that you are in good health in your life.

Thanks so much for the support thus far. Very much appreciate you guys!

"Hey, Tim. Will you be my friend?" echoed Skylar's voice.

Tim strained himself to hold back the oncoming tears. It felt like yesterday he had fallen in love with his dream girl.

When they stood at the altar and exchanged their vows.

When they were on their honeymoon.

When Skylar was bulging as she approached eight months' term.

And now Tim stood before the funeral pyre, the fire emanating its blazing heat, the dry wood being consumed and spat out as ashes. The searing heat of the flames forced Tim to close his eyes as his mind reeled back to yet another flashback that was nearly yesterday.

The happiest day of his life was the birth of his beautiful daughter.

It also happened to be the saddest day of his life:

"I'm sorry, Tim," the doctor confronted, crossing her arms. "We tried everything and viewed the problem from all angles, but it pointed in one direction: Skylar simply has excessive internal bleeding. There's not much we can do. However, Skylar was aware of her condition, and even then, still wanted to birth your child. She claimed the baby would be one of love and happiness for you."

The doctor turned into a blur in Tim's eyes as the tears flowed out. His heart felt dead. His entire body felt like lead.

In the patient room, Skylar sat with Tim's mother, Jennifer, with the baby, who has yet to be named. "Oh, look at that. She's just like her father. Like nose, like eyes," Skylar's heart burst with pride at her little bundle of joy.

"Mom," Skylar began. The new mother reached out and wiped away her mother-in-law's tears. She reached over and pulled out a pile of envelopes. "In here are eight letters. I have written them so that you can read them to her for every birthday. Every year she can learn more about her mother and that it was never her fault for my absence." Skylar looked at her newborn with love, adoration, and apologies. Lots of apologies.

She kissed the infant over and over again. Despite that, Skylar felt there were never going to be enough kisses to last this little girl from her dying mother.

"Please, Mom, take her," and she carefully handed the baby off to Tim's mother.

Tim opened the door to the room at the very second, with teary eyes, witnessing the exchange of his child.

There was no turning back at this point.

Tim and Skylar sat in a different room.

"Hey, Tim," Skylar laughed as she cried, too. She reached out to her dear husband who was faced away.

Tim shook his head no. "What a child," Skylar jokingly thought.

"You are a great person. A great person," Tim whispered.

"You mad at me?"

This made Tim turn to look at his wife.

"W-why would I be mad at you?" Tim didn't need Skylar to feel anymore guilty.

"I'm - I'm - just, you know," Tim again averted eye contact and glanced up at the ceiling instead.

Skylar took his hand and kissed it. "Listen, Tim. There's no need to cry. Everything's going to be okay."

Tim placed his hand over hers.

"You - you're actually leaving?" Tim stammered. He mustered to gulp down the lump in his throat; even the lump in his throat is crying.

Skylar nodded, though Tim didn't even turn around.

"Hey, look," Skylar tugged on his arm. He eventually relented and faced his wife.

Tim reached out and stroked her braided hair.

"Promise me two things?"

"Mmm," Tim answered.

"Promise me you won't cry?"

Tim subtly nodded a 'yes'.

"You don't look very good when you cry."

"Also, promise to name our daughter Samantha?"

Tim looked into her eyes.

"Please?"

He nodded.

"I'm sorry, Tim. I'm very sorry," Skylar cried. Her face scrunched up from the intensity of her pain being released.

"Don't go," he begged.

Tim climbed onto the bed and cuddled Skylar for one last time.

He gazed into the flames.

"Promise to name our daughter Samantha?" echoed Skylar's pleading voice.

If you've reached all the way down to the bottom, I would like to thank you for reading this chapter. Yes, it was a short one, but with how the story is set up, I can't reveal everything in one go, of course.

There should be an update soon to this story. Maybe after a couple of days. Maybe the next day, who knows?

Either way, glad you enjoyed and please leave a review. I welcome constructive criticism, no problemo.

I've said it once before, and I'll say it again. You guys are amazing and I appreciate your support!

I wish you good luck and good health!

Best,

Precila