He helped her up the stairs of the apartment building they once lived in. Smiling at her, he felt the warmth of her hand in his, he could see she was tired. Quickly scooping her up, and lifting her in her arms, he continued walking up the stairs. She laughed, covering her mouth as the scarf covering her head almost fell off. As soon as they reached the rooftop, he placed her down slowly. “Close your eyes”, he whispered. She closed her eyes, and he noticed the small bruises on her arms from the hospital needles. As he opened the door, he whispered again, “Open them”. Her knees got weak, and her eyes teared up. He had surrounded the entire rooftop with lightbulbs, and strings. At the bottom of each string was a picture of them for the past 10 years of knowing each other.
He held her close, the city was alive and yet they couldn’t hear a single thing. Her scarf almost fell off, and she tried to put it back before he caught it. “You are still the most beautiful woman I know”, he smiled. She let go of the scarf to reveal what the cancer had done to her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she looked up at him. “How did I get so lucky to have you?”, she asked him. “Not as lucky as I am”, he replied. As they began to slow-dance, they didn’t know how lucky they really were. It’s not how much time you have left in life, but how you spend it, and who you choose to spend it with that matters. They couldn’t think of any better way to celebrate their last night together. What they didn’t know was that they were going to have thousands more. End scene.