Vanya's P.O.V.

Charlotte left after hours of fun, and soon after I heard Gerard pull inot the drive way. I race over to the front door and yank it open, only to see Gerard's tear stained face.
"Gerard? What's wrong?"
"I-I went to get your perscription at the h-hospital."
"Oh, for my fatigure?"
"Is it? Or is it for your rare form of c-cancer?"
"Gerard....."
"Vanya! Were you e-ever gunna t-tell me?"
"Gerard, of course I was."
"You're l-lying."
He was right, I was lying. I did want to tell him, but the other half of me couldn't.
"What is it Vanya? Did you want m-me to j-just wake up one day to find you d-dead?" his voice quavers at the end and he begins to sob again.
"Gee. I wanted to tell you, I really did, but I was afraid."
"Afraid? Of what?"
"That you would look at me differently, or treat me differently."
"Of course I'm going t-to Vanya. I'm going to l-love you more than b-before."
"Gee...."
"But you should've told me!"
"I'm sorry! I-" I felt myself begin to cry aswell. I feel Gerard pull me in close and we stay like that, just crying our eyes out. Telling eachother how much we loved eachother.
"Vanya, I can't live without you. I need you."
"You don't need me."
"I need you and want you forever."
"Gerard..."
"It will be okay, Vanya."
And for some reason, I believed him.