Requested by Afternoon_Dreamer, thanks!
(Long one!)

🎶: 'Rest Of My Life' by Bruno Mars

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"Sweetheart, I don't want to be here anymore," You requested with a soft smile, making him rub his face and sigh.

"They'll take care of you, they've got the machines and the staff-"

"I'm going to die anyways Mish, I don't want to spend my last moments stuck in a hospital room and on a bed," You reasoned, frustration cleary evident in your tone.

"D-Don't... don't say that p-please," His eyes glistened with tears, "Miracles happen [y/n]."

"Well," You chuckled and held his hand that lay on top of your thigh, "Not today... and not with me baby."

He looked at you deeply, then frowned. "Alright I'll talk to them, I'll get you out of here," Misha said sadly then got up and walked out of the room.

You started to cry quietly, you weren't ready to levea the world and leave him but you had to. You had no say in it, the universe was ready to claim you as its own, so why not enjoy your last couple of days rather than sulk and complain?

Plus, you despise the loom and feeling of pity people give if they hear bad news. You don't want to feel weak, you're a strong individual.

You have a terminal neurological disease, and the doctors have given you two month's time to live but they say that the journey from this point onwards would be tough. You would most likely be stuck to your bed, not able to move due to moto dysfunctionality, and the pain would be close to unbearable. That is a surety.

You and Misha, your husband, collectively decided and came to an agreement that the doctors would put you out of the inevitable misery. That's happening in two days, you've already started to expirience the pain on your skull. At times it's too much for you to handle.

CLICK!

Misha entered into the room and smiled a bit, "Alright honey, they're letting you go for the day time but at night you'll be sleeping here."

You started to get out of bed but Misha held your hands, telling you to take it easy. He pulled you up then hugged you tightly.

You gasped with surprise a bit then rubbed his back slowly. He stepped away then stroked your hair, "I love you [y/n], more than anything in the world."

You were going to say something but he placed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately for as long as he could without fainting. You pulled him closer by his neck, slipping your hand under his t-shirt. He groaned a bit, you haven't kissed him like this in ages.

You moved away and placed your forehead against his. He wiped the tears that were rolling down your cheeks. "Honey we'll have a lovely time," He held your hands tightly and you sighed.

*****

"Come on, you're taking so long Misha!" You laughed, watching him lingering behind you. He was walking slowly on the damp sandy beach, admiring the scenic beauty.

You walked back to him and hugged his arm. "Baby what's wrong?" You asked and kissed his cheek. He placed a hand on your back and pulled you closer to his side.

"Nothing I... It's pretty on the beach," He answered then you smiled. You dug into his jeans pocket, making him raise his eyebrows, and took out his phone.

"Let's take a picture!" You suggested then stood a little bit in the water and posed. Being happy hour, the lighting was perfect. Misha smiled and took a few pictures of you then walked over to you and took a picture with you.

You ran ahead, along the beach with your feet in the water, splashing about and almost tripping over. Misha laughed, you were acting so goofy right now.

"Have fun, turn that frown upside down!" You yelled out and chuckled. He ran to you and grabbed you by your waist and pulled you to him. He threw you into the water and you grabbed his leg, making him fall back into the water as well.

You laughed out loudly, splashing all the water you could to him. Misha threatened to put you under. "MISHA S-ST-STOP!" You pleaded in between your breathless laughs, "P-PLEASE!"

Suddenly, everything was still. He didn't move and you looked up to the sky. You took a little water in your palm and threw it into his-

"ARGH MY EYES!" He exclaimed and covered his face. You widened your eyes in shock then moved closer to him, "OH MY LORD honey I'm so sorry! I didn't-"

He tackled you once again and you laughed till your stomach ached. You grabbed his shirt and tried to push him back but he continued to be the winning fighter.

Misha pulled you onto his lap and you wrapped your arms around his neck. "We should go back to the hospital, you'll fall sick-"

"Cold temperature doesn't make you sick, virus and bacteria do, it's a scientific fact," You stroked the strands of his wet hair and kissed his lips. You let go of him but he held you tight and kissed you once more.

*****

You crossed your arms and hugged your body to stop the chill in the air. Misha walked beside you, hands in his jeans pockets.

"Did I ever tell you about my ultimate dream goal?" You asked and he shook his head, "To live in the mountains in the cold or by the ocean, with a baby girl who may love the arts and a boy who may love to go out and have an adventure. We'd have dinner outside with nature, and have coffee under the stars."

Misha swallowed hard and frowned, "Sweetheart..."

"We would go hiking and exploring every other weekend, maybe take a boat trip across to the other side of a large lake. I'd make food over the open fire sometimes, we could get our own organic fresh ingredients."

"[y/n], h-honey..."

"Hey baby, we both could build the house together. You could have your touch on everything-"

You turned around to find Misha had stopped walking. He stood near the water around ten feet away from you, looking to the horizon where the sun set.

"Baby? What happened?" You asked and walked to him. He had tears on his cheeks, he was crying with pure heart break.

"I just... I-I-I'm so sorry honey, I couldn't at least give you some of what you dream about. We could have at least have a b-baby..." He stuttered and buried his face in his hands. You clenched your jaw and looked at him sadly, side-hugging him cozily.

"Hey, having you in my life all the years is good enough. Just promise me, that you'll continue to live the way you are when I'm g-gone, that you won't be consumed by the heartbreak," You mumbled and he hugged you back.

You looked up to him and smiled, "Why don't you sing a song for me?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Anything you wish."

Misha started walking again, kicking some of the sand then took a deep breath, singing a song that he had dedicated to you on your wedding:

'Everyday I wake up next to an angel

More beautiful than words could say
They said it wouldn't work but what did they know?
'Cause years have passed and we're still here today

Never in my dreams did I think that this would happen to me

As I stand here before my woman
I can't fight back the tears in my eyes
Oh, how could I be so lucky
I must've done something right
And I promise to love her for the rest of my life'

Misha stopped singing after the chorus and took a deep breath in. He looked to the sandy ground then turned to the water, sun light shimmering on it's surface.

He suddenly felt a lack of presence, where did his wife go?!

He glanced around then spotted you laying on the ground, not moving a muscle. He ran to you and collapsed onto his knees.

"No no no no!" He yelled and held your limp body in his arms, "Not now PLEASE!" He ran a hand through your hair and shook your body. He started slapping your face lightly, shouting, "Honey wake up! [y/n] open your eyes COME ON!"

You remained still, no sign of life with in you. Misha spotted a tear rolling down your cheek, along with the small smile on your lips. You loved the song he sang.

He bawled hard, hugging you tightly and burying his face in your chest. "P-Please wake up!" He begged then kissed your forehead.

"GODDAMNIT!" He cursed loudly and-

THUD!

Misha jerked up, looking around in fright and disorientation. He turned to his right to find his bed-side alarm clock had fell onto the floor.

He rubbed his face with his sweaty palms then gulped. He chest heaved, he felt exhausted. "What... What happened?" He mumbled to himself then slipped his cold feet into his slippers before getting out of bed.

Misha stretched his arms and yawned loudly, then walked out of the room. "Baby, did you make coffee?" He asked aloud, "I had such a vivid dream, I have to tell-"

He stopped talking. Upon arriving at the living room he expected to see you in the open kitchen but you weren't there.

"Honey?!" Misha shouted but silence was his response. He hastened to look at all the rooms of the two bedroom apartment then furrowed his eyebrows.

He returned to the living and placed his hands on his hips. He assumed that you were out getting some things from the supermarket next door-

But then he spotted a black suit with a tie, laying on the cushions of the couch. There were a bunch of opened envelopes on the coffee table, along with a bouquet of flowers.

And just like that, all the memories if yesterday afternoon came flooding back into his mind.

Yesterday was your funeral. You had passed away in the hospital three days ago, he was present with you the whole time.

He looked to the floor, shaking his head with doubt. "But it was so real... How...?" He muttered then sighed, walking to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.

"And I promise to love her for the rest of my life..." He sang to himself quietly, the song stuck in his head. He shrugged off the eerie feeling, he could have sworn that it was all an actuality.

But he was there in the hospital when you passed so... it was just one of those dreams.