He looks at her with tranquil eyes. Not sure how to put the words. How to make them any less painful. But these days, he knows pain all too well.
She looks at him with patience resting in her face. Years of worry buried deep within the wrinkles. She crosses her hands on her lap. Silent lips.
The first words come from his mouth. A shaky manner. But no one said it would be easy to say. No one would expect him to be so calm in such a sickening time.
She asks again what is on his mind. He says nothing. Even though everything twists around like sparks ready to ignite their world.
With a final push from his lungs, he says the words. Though her eyes become solum and wet, they remain strong. Strong for him. Strong for the six months they have left together on this world.