Ship : Nico X Feminine Gender-fluid Reader

It's hard to lose your dad, you know? I mean, he's been with me since Mama left. He's been both parents to me, and more. I loved him, you know?

But it's even harder when your boyfriend is diagnosed with the same thing that killed your late father.

I burst into tears, mouthing a "what." He looked like he was about to cry himself, seeing my pain, but I didn't care.

"Y/N." he mumbled, reaching out for me. He took me in his arms and I cried into his shoulder. I felt like falling, but he was as stiff as a wall. My savior, my hero, my life--going.

Just going.

"It'll be okay." he promises, kissing the top of my head. I hear the teary croakiness in his voice.

"No, it won't!" I yell. It won't, it won't, it won't.

"It will. It will," he whispers, easing my shoulders with his hands. "I love you. I love you, baby girl."

"I love you too."

~ 18 Months Later ~

It's cold. The air is stuffy, but freezing me through my red sweater. I flip my navy hat around my head, the cup on the back. I take my bracelet off, deciding it's too girly.

I head towards his room. He's the only one in there, resting. His cheeks are tinged. His hair is tangled and scratchy. His comforters fall with the beating of his chest.

I check my watch. Twenty minutes.

So I kiss his cheeks, then his lips, then his forehead and his lips again. I hold both his hands, lay my head on his abdomen. I brush my hand through his hair, I touch his face, I do it all.

"I love you."

A tear trickles down my face as his eyes open.

"I love you too."

I squeeze his hand, and he squeezes mind.

That's the last I felt from him.