Hercules P.O.V.

"Laf...?" My voice was hoarse and weak. He looked at me from  beside my hospital bed.

"O-oui, mon amour...?" My heart dropped. It pained me to see him like this.

"Can... Can you get me some water, baby...?"

His lip quivered and he nodded, getting up and leaving the room. I hated the way this made him. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and I knew he knew it as well.

He returned moments later with a styrofoam cup of ice water. He helped me sit up a bit so I could drink some, and I saw tears in the corners of his eyes.

Once I had finished the cup, I was laid back down. I reached my hand that contained the IV in my vein up, wiping away his tears with my thumb. He set his hand on mine, leaning into my touch. He started sobbing, his choked cries breaking my heart.

"I'm right here, baby..." He nodded at my words.

"H-Herc...." His words were small, barely able to be heard.

I looked from him to the ceiling.

"Call my aunt. She'll help you with my things..." I looked back to him, and his eyes widened, realizing what I was saying.

"No, no, no, Hercules... D-don't talk like that... We... W-we're gonna g-get through this t-together..." I looked back to the ceiling. He knew I was being let go today. Why was he still optimistic..?

"Bury me in all my favourite colours." He shook his head.

"Hercules... Please, darling..."

I bit my lip. I didn't want him seeing me like this; how horrible I looked. All my hair had left my body; I was just terrible to look at.

"Turn away..." I said softly, looking back to him. He gave me a confused look.

"I look horrible Laf.... Turn away... I don't want you to see me like this..." He let out a choked sob.

"H-Herc.... Y-you're always beautiful t-to m-me..." I felt a tear slide down my cheek and I gazed back to the white ceiling.

The chemo hadn't worked. I had been fighting for so long... I was going to be let go soon. They would cut me off life support and I would leave, never being able to see the day I got married.

"Laf..." My voice echoed in the small room, breaking the silence once again. He let out a sob in response. I wished I could kiss him, but I wouldn't do that to him. My lips were chapped and faded; I wouldn't kiss him. I couldn't make this harder on both of us.

"S-stay true, D-darling..." I don't know how I would feel if he moved on from me. I know it was selfish, but I loved him.

He spoke in between his sobs, "I c-could n-never m-move on m-my d-dearest." His broken speech broke me.

I moved his hand towards my faded lips. I pressed them against his caramel coloured knuckles, and he broke down. It was agony seeing him like this.

A different voice rang out through the room.

"It's time..."

I looked to the doctor, who stood in the doorway. It was time to leave now. Laf hunched over me, sobbing. I squeezed his hand gently. The doctor walked over, doing a few things. The world soon started to spin, and my vision blurred.

"Laf..." He looked at me with red, bloodshot eyes and I felt a hand on my cheek.

"I love you, Lafayette... The hardest part of this is leaving you..."

I closed my eyes, and the last thing I heard was, "I love you too, mon amour..." and choked sobbing before everything around me was gone.

Laf's P.O.V.

I sobbed nonstop for days. My one and only love had lost a battle against cancer. I still felt his presence with me; his hands on my shoulders or around my waist, his forehead against mine, his lips pressed to my own.

John and Alexander stayed with me for a month. His funeral was held a week after his death, and I barely spoke at all. I couldn't. He was buried in his favourite colours, like he had asked. His Aunt helped me with his stuff, most of which I kept.

After about a year, I decided I would quit wasting time on tears. I raised money for helping against cancer, trying to find a cure. I never married, or even loved another.

Today was the anniversary of his death. I stood in front of his grave, placing down navy blue flowers. I smiled, sitting on my knees in front of his grave.

"I think you'd be proud of me, mon Cher." I spoke to myself, hoping he could somehow hear what I said.

"I finally got our daughter three days ago."

I had just recently adopted, a girl named Henriette, who was eight years old.

"She's with John right now. I hope they aren't burning the house down." I chuckled slightly at my statement, a pang of sadness running through my heart; I knew that if Hercules were here, he'd laugh too. I could still hear his laugh ringing through my ears; lively and bright.

"I miss you, Hercules..." I sniffled slightly, feeling the ghost of his hand on my cheek.

"I love you..." I set my hand on my cheek, and I swore I heard the wind whisper back.

"I love you too, Laf."

I smiled faintly, knowing he was still with me.

"I can't wait to see you again." I paused, giving a moment of silence as the wind blew my hair around.

"It's only a matter of time"

Word Count: 957

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With angst! (EDIT: I'm just sitting here, editing and I seriously almost cried after rereading this. Save me.)

Song: Cancer by My Chemical Romance (or TØP, depends on your preference.)

So yeah! That's it folks! Hope you enjoyed this one! See you guys later. Stay cool my little chicklets! Peace out!