~Shawn's P.O.V~

I guess this is definitely the worst feeling in the world, watching the person you love lie in bed, skin turning paler by the minute. But you could only sit there and pray for the best. As long as her heart was still beating, there will always be hope. At least, that's what I try to tell myself. I have to. I have to force myself to stay strong... For her and for our daughter.

What's worse is that I'm basically rendered useless. I cannot do anything to help her out but be there for her. I could only sit there and hold her cold hand in mine as she fought for her life. I could only watch her as she struggled to continue to breathe.

"No... It can't be." I stuttered, shaking my head in disbelief as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

"Shawn, I'm sorry but it's true. I have cancer." She said, lifting her hands to wipe the tears from her face. "I can go through therapy, maybe even surgery but there's no guarantee that it will work."

"But it will. You will survive this."

"I hope so."

"You're strong enough, baby. You can do this. I believe in you."

After the operation, I had prayed and prayed for its success. At it was, for a while. She was up and running in no time. She seemed as if she was fine. She was moving around the house freely and doing everything despite my protests. Then one day, it all went downhill.

"Daddy?" A soft voice asked as the door creaked open, revealing y/daughter/n and y/n's parents.

"Hey sweetie." I said, wiping the tears that I didn't know had fallen.

"Daddy, why is mommy in here?"

I sat up straight and let her stand between my knees as she stared up at her mother. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close as the other hand held onto my wife's. "She's not feeling well, sweetie."

"Is she sleeping?" She asked innocently..

"Yes, baby. She had to take a lot of medicine so that she would feel better. She's taking time to rest up and let her body heal itself."

"Oh... When will she get better?"

"Soon. Very soon."

"But what if it  doesn't work? What if it all goes wrong?"

"Y/n, don't say that. You will get through this."

"But what if I don't?" She asked, her hand slamming against the dashboard.

"Stop! Stop talking like that! I can't lose you, okay? Neither can y/d/n. So stop conditioning yourself to think in such a way." I said, grabbing her hand as the tears flowed freely down my face. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Y/d/n, why don't we go outside and buy some food for your mom?" Y/n's dad said, noticing the slight tremble in my voice as I tried to make myself seem alright.

I watched my four year-old daughter's eyes light up and ran over to her grandfather at the mention of food. I met his eyes and said a silent thank you which he replied to with a sad smile.

"Like mother, like daughter. How are you holding up, Shawn?" Her mom asked as she stood beside me.

"As best as I could considering the situation. I have to stay strong for the both of them." I said, running my thumb against the back of y/n's hand. "How about you two?"

"We've been praying ever since you called us. Even asked our relatives and friends. Even those who do not believe in a God are praying for her."

"She will get through this, you know that, right?"

"I'm hoping she will. No mother wants to see their kid suffer, much more to lose them."

A cough echoes through the room and I immediately stood up to check on her. I slowly lifted her up so that she was slightly sitting up and moved myself to stay behind her. Her mother rushed over to the button to call a nurse as instructed to us by the doctors.

"Sh-Shawn." She choked out, gasping for air as one of the nurses rushed in and placed an oxygen mask over her mouth to help her breathe.

"It's okay, baby. You'll be okay." I said as I fought back the tears. God, it hurts to see her like this.

"M-mom..."

"I'm here, y/n. I'm here." Her mother said, holding her hand.

"Wh-where's dad?"

"He's with y/d/n. They'll be back soon."

"I... I don't think I can hold on any longer."

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from sobbing as my heart broke at her words. Her father and y/d/n then went into the room. She weakly reached out her other hand to her father which he took tearfully.

"It's okay to let go, baby." Her parents said, giving her a sad smile as they cried. "You fought so well, sweetie. If you can't hold on anymore, then it's okay. We'll be alright."

"I love you." She uttered weakly, saying the three words she had a hard time expressing towards them. She was never really one for words, she always showed how she felt through her actions.

"We love you too."

They each gave her one last hug before moving over to the other side of the room as a way to give us some privacy. Y/d/n walked over to us, her head tilted to the side to show her confusion to the situation. I used one arm to pull her up to sit on my lap as the other held her mother as close as I could to myself.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" She asked, taking note of everyone's tear stained cheeks.

"Nothing, baby." Y/n said, giving our daughter a weak smile. "It's just... Mommy has to go really soon."

"Where are you going? And when will you come back?"

"I'm going somewhere really far away and I don't know when I'll come back but... I promise, I will. Just know that mommy loves you very much, okay? I always will and no matter where I am, I'll always be watching over you."

"I love you too, mommy." y/d/n said, wrapping her small arms around her mother one last time.

Y/n's mother then walked over to us, taking y/d/n with her. "We'll give you this moment to be alone."

Once they left the room, I wrapped both my arms around her and cried into her hair, placing soft kisses on her head for what may be the last time. She moved slightly to look over at me and placed her hand on my cheek.

"Thank you for the past ten years. For making me feel loved and teaching me how to love. My life wouldn't be complete without you. I love you." She said, wiping the tears falling onto my cheeks.

"Don't go, please. I can't do this without you. I need you too much, y/n. Please." I sobbed, holding her closer to me. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

"Take her to the moon for me, okay? Take her like you promised me."

"I will."

She removed the mask from her face and placed one last kiss on my lips. I savored that last moment with her. Her cold, soft lips on mine as our tears mixed together. She had my heart and she will take it with her no matter what happens.

"Stay strong for me, okay love?" She asked weakly.

"I'll try to."

"I love you so much, Shawn."

"I love you too, y/n. I always will."

With that, she took her last breath. Nurses and doctors rushed in, pushing me aside to try and revive her but nothing worked. I let myself fall to the ground as I cried into my knees. She's gone. She really is.

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A/N: I don't really know where I was going with this. I just kinda needed to make something sad but I kinda went half-assed into this since I couldn't stop crying since yesterday marked the day one of my aunts died a month ago. It's been hard for a lot of us, especially her husband, children, and siblings. She was never just an aunt to us. She was like our second mother. What made it difficult for me is that I could've been there in the hospital to at least be there for my cousins but everyone told me to suck it up since I had an exam the next day which was essential for everyone in our course since it determined whether we get to proceed to the second year for BS Accountancy. Right after the exam, I went straight to the wake and ended up crying then and there since I didn't have time to break down the day prior to it. Currently still in the process of grieving.

Part 2 of I'm Done is currently in the works and may probably be up by next week if I'm able to get it done.

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