Her Final Days

You didn't know how to exactly process it. But there is no denying reality. A terminal illness, a ticking clock, the end of the line just within sight for your dear friend. You were scared. She was not. She faced you and told you the truth. "I've always loved you. I never had the courage to say it but... I don't want to go while regretting it." Her eyes held yours, and within them, is pure, unadulterated love. Tears almost well up at the weight of her confession. How could you ever say no? So many things to do, yet so little time. Or is it just enough? Either way... she smiles. She always does. Her smile, bright as a lighthouse, casts away any doubts or fear. There is only you, her, both of your dreams, and the world. Please make her final days good.