The cold had crept in faster than Evelyn had expected. One moment, the crispness of autumn had gently enveloped the world, and the next, winter's bite had arrived early. But despite the chill that made her breath fog in the air, Evelyn couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so warm inside. It was as if James had unknowingly lit a fire in her heart that refused to go out, even as the world around them grew colder, darker.
Days blurred together as they settled into a routine. James grew weaker with each passing week, the subtle changes becoming more pronounced. His walks grew shorter, his smile harder to come by, but each time their eyes met, the bond between them only seemed to grow. James, with his quiet strength and guarded heart, was no longer shutting her out. They didn't need words to communicate anymore—sometimes, a touch, a glance, was enough to tell her everything she needed to know.
Still, as much as he tried to hold on, Evelyn could see how exhausted he was, how much effort it took for him to keep pretending he was okay. She would watch him on the rare days when he allowed himself to rest, his chest rising and falling slowly, as though each breath was something precious he was afraid to take for granted.
One evening, as the days grew shorter and the first snowstorm of the year threatened to blanket the city, James invited Evelyn to his apartment. She could tell from the way he held himself that he wasn't feeling well, but there was a quiet resolve in his movements that made her nervous.
Evelyn knocked on his door, her heartbeat thudding in her chest. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she had a strange, gnawing feeling that tonight was different. When James answered, his face was pale, his eyes rimmed with red.
"Hey," he said, his voice strained but warm. "Come in."
She followed him inside, the smell of something familiar—tea, perhaps—lingering in the air. The apartment, usually neat and organized, seemed emptier today, the quiet weighing on her. James led her into the living room, where the light from the lamps cast a soft glow over the space.
"I've been thinking a lot," James said, his voice quieter than usual. He motioned for her to sit down beside him on the couch.
Evelyn perched on the edge of the cushion, watching him closely. There was a heavy sadness in his gaze, something that made her heart twist. She had gotten so used to the fragile peace they had found, so used to the comfort of his presence, that the look in his eyes unsettled her more than she expected.
"What's on your mind?" she asked, her voice gentle, as though she was afraid to disturb whatever fragile peace he was holding onto.
James exhaled slowly, rubbing his hands together as if trying to summon some warmth, even though the room was comfortable enough. "I don't think... I don't think I have much time left, Evelyn."
Her stomach lurched at his words, but she stayed still, her face neutral even though her heart was hammering in her chest. She had known this day would come, but hearing it from him—hearing it confirmed in his voice—felt like a punch to the gut.
"James, don't say that," she whispered, but even as she spoke, she knew it was inevitable. She had watched his body change over the last few months, seen the subtle signs that told her the truth she had been avoiding. He was fading, little by little.
"I'm not saying it to hurt you," he said, his voice steady, but there was a tremor in his hands that betrayed him. "But I need you to understand. I've tried to fight this with everything I have, but... there's only so much anyone can do."
Evelyn bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. She had never been good at controlling her emotions, but she needed to be strong for him now. She needed to give him what he needed, even if it was breaking her heart in the process.
"James, please," she said, her voice hoarse. "Don't talk like that. We—"
"I need you to listen," he interrupted softly, his eyes locking with hers. His hand reached out, taking hers in a firm grasp, as though he was afraid she might slip away. "I need to make sure that when the time comes... you won't feel like I left you in the dark. You deserve to know everything."
Evelyn squeezed his hand, her throat tight with emotion. She had always known James had his secrets, that there were things he kept hidden from her, but now, she could feel the weight of them bearing down on both of them.
"I'm not going anywhere," she said softly. "I'm here, James. I'm with you."
His lips parted, and for a moment, he looked like he might say something else, something that might change everything. But then, he shook his head, his eyes filling with quiet acceptance. "I don't want to leave you in pain. I don't want you to carry this... guilt, or regret, or anything that might keep you from living your life once I'm gone."
Tears welled in Evelyn's eyes as she leaned forward, brushing a tear from his cheek with her thumb. "You don't have to say goodbye yet. We still have time."
He smiled faintly, but it was tinged with sadness. "I wish I could believe that."
The quiet between them deepened, the weight of their words settling in the space around them. Evelyn didn't know what to say, what to do. She wanted to tell him everything would be okay. She wanted to promise him that she would be fine, that everything would be okay once this was all over. But she knew it wasn't true. And she knew he knew that, too.
"I love you," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper, but the words felt like they were burning her throat. She had never said them before, but now, with him sitting so close, with everything hanging between them, it felt like the only truth she had.
James's eyes softened, and for a moment, it was like the world had paused. The air seemed to hang heavy between them, their gazes locked, holding each other in a space where time didn't exist. Then, ever so gently, he lifted his hand to her cheek.
"I love you too," he whispered, his voice trembling, as though the admission alone had taken everything he had left.
She leaned into his touch, letting herself sink into the softness of his words, of his love. Even though she knew what was coming, even though she had seen the signs, hearing him say those words made everything feel real in a way she couldn't escape. The pain, the fear, the loss—it was all part of the same truth. She loved him. And he loved her.
And that was enough.
Later that night, as Evelyn left his apartment, the streets were blanketed in the soft hush of fresh snow. The world felt quieter now, the weight of James's confession lingering in her chest.
She didn't know what the future would bring. She didn't know how much time they had left together. But what she did know was this: for as long as he needed her, for as long as he was still here, she would be by his side.
Whatever came next, she wouldn't face it alone.