It's been 3 months since I made the promise to keep on living for Vanya, and I hated lying to her. She's getting thinner and sicker. She even refuses to go to the hospital, which scares me the most. I love her more that anything, and sitting here on our bed in the basement is making me realise a lot of things.

I take out a piece of paper and a pen, focusing on what I want to write, or maybe not right. Maybe I only need to feel something strong in my hands, something that isn't as feeble as Vanya is becoming; something that I can't break. Before I know what's going on I feel angry tears slashing down my face. I love Vanya, and she loves me. I've been being selfish this whole time to the one person who has always had my back and been on my side. I'm wasting the last few moments of precious time I have with her. Who knows when this could be over?

"Mikey?" I shout.

"Gerard?" he calls back, knocking on my bedroom door.

"Come in, please." I ask.

"Did you need something bro?" he asks, taking a seat on the end of my bed.

"Yeah, can you help me write something?" I ask.

"Of course, anything." Mikey nods.

"Great!" I exclaim, shoving the pen and paper into his hands.

Time to get started.