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She found out that she had breast cancer and was going to die in a month. Whenever he would try and get close to her, she would just push him away and start crying. Being the good boyfriend, he stayed there and comforted her. He would always ask what was wrong, but she would just shake her head. Weeks passed. He found her sitting alone on the snow. When he walked up to her, he saw a gun and a knife. He sat down with her, saying nothing. Then he turned to her. "You have to tell me what's going on," he urged. "I love you, and it hurts for me to see you like this."
After minutes of silence, she finally looked at him with watery eyes. She told him, "I'm going to die in three days. That's what the doctor said about four weeks ago. They found out I have breast cancer." He balled his hands into a fist, clutching the cold snow. His knuckles turned white. "But I can't live without you," he whispered. She just buried her face into her hands. There was another moment of silence. "I really can't live without you," he murmured again. "Give me that knife." She caught his drift and gave him the knife, and she held the gun. He leaned over to kiss her. It had been five minutes of kissing drowned with salty tears, and she felt the blade on her neck. Still crying, she brought the gun to his neck.
Love really hurts.
"Meet you in heaven," he said.
