DON'T CRY 😭😭😔😔
THEME: A STORY THAT TALKS ABOUT HER HIDDEN DARKNESS 🕳️🕳️
~FINALE 😩😩🥹~
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Cathy POV
For three long days, I locked myself inside our room — no food, no light, no sound, just my broken thoughts echoing in the silence. The world outside moved on, but inside me, everything had stopped. I could still hear Jasper's voice at the door, calling my name again and again, his tone soft, desperate, filled with a pain I couldn't bear to answer.
"Cathy, please open the door," he'd whisper. "You're not alone… please, my love."
But I couldn't. Not yet. I wasn't ready to look into his eyes and see the reflection of my own death. My body felt weak, but my heart ached more than any illness ever could. I wasn't angry anymore — just empty, tired of fighting what I couldn't change.
By the third day, I heard Jasper sitting by the door, his voice barely a whisper now. "If you're not coming out for me, please come out for yourself, my love. You haven't eaten in days… I can't lose you before time even takes you."
Something in his voice broke me completely. It wasn't the strong Jasper I knew — it was a shattered man begging life not to take the only person he ever loved.
I stood up slowly, my legs trembling, and reached for the door handle. As I opened it, the light from the hallway poured in, blinding me for a moment. Jasper was right there, sitting on the floor, his head buried in his hands. The moment he looked up and saw me, he stood immediately, eyes red from sleepless nights and crying.
"Cathy…" he breathed, stepping closer as if afraid I might disappear again.
Without a word, I ran into his arms. He held me so tightly, as though his embrace alone could hold me together. His chest was warm, his heart racing, and for the first time in days, I felt safe.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I just needed time… to accept everything."
He pulled back slightly, cupping my face. "You don't have to face it alone. If you fall, I'll fall with you, Cathy."
That evening, Jasper made dinner — something simple, but it felt like a feast to me. We laughed softly as he spilled water trying to pour it into my glass, and I teased him about how terrible he was at cooking. It felt almost normal… almost like the old days before sickness became part of our lives.
After dinner, he took my hand and led me back to our room. The moonlight spilled through the window, bathing everything in a soft silver glow. I sat down on the bed and looked at him — the man who had stood by me through every storm, every heartbreak, every tear.
"My love," I began, my voice trembling, "I know I only have five months and twenty-eight days left… maybe less. But tonight, I don't want to think about time or sickness. I just want to feel alive — with you."
"Cathy…" he whispered, pain flickering in his eyes.
"Please," I said, forcing a smile. "Let's make tonight the most memorable night of our lives."
Before he could reply, I leaned in and kissed him — softly at first, then with all the love and desperation I had left in me. He froze for a moment, then kissed me back, his hands trembling as they held my face like it was made of glass.
That night, we didn't speak much. Words weren't needed. Every touch, every breath, every heartbeat spoke louder than anything we could ever say. It was love, pure and painful — a moment that would forever live in our souls, even when time stopped for me.
In the morning
Morning came with a gentle light slipping through the curtains, brushing against my face like a soft whisper. I stirred slowly, still lost in the warmth of the dream I had — one where everything was okay, and I wasn't counting down my days.
"Good morning, love," I heard Jasper's voice say, deep and tender. He walked in with a tray of breakfast — toast, fruit, and a cup of warm tea, the kind he knew I loved.
"Good morning, babe," I replied softly, leaning forward to peck his cheek.
He smiled, setting the tray down beside me. "Babe," he began, sitting on the bed, his eyes glistening with something I couldn't quite read — hope, pain, maybe both.
"I've informed Jane and the twins about your health," he said carefully, his voice trembling a little, "and they all said they're coming home to spend the remaining days of your life with you."
My heart clenched at his words, but before I could speak, he continued, "And… we'll be having our wedding next week."
I froze, blinking as my breath caught.
He got down on one knee right there beside the bed, pulling out a small velvet box. "So I want to use this opportunity to ask you…" — his voice broke, tears threatening to fall — "Would you marry me?"
Tears streamed down my face before I could even answer. My chest felt heavy, but my heart was full. "Yes," I whispered, then louder, smiling through the tears. "Yes, I will."
He slipped the ring onto my finger with trembling hands, then pulled me into his arms. "Let's make memories," he murmured against my hair, holding me so tightly as if he could hold time still.
And then, suddenly—
Knock, knock.
We both turned toward the door.
"Come in," I called softly.
"Surprise!!!"
Jane and the twins burst through the door, their laughter filling the room like sunlight. I barely had time to breathe before Luna and Lucas ran straight into my arms, hugging me so tightly I thought I'd melt.
"Mommy, don't worry," they said in unison, their small voices shaky but strong. "We'll be here with you through this journey."
I smiled through the tears clouding my eyes, kissing the tops of their heads. "Thank you, my loves."
"And don't worry about me either," Jane chimed in with a grin, stepping closer. "I've already informed my husband about your situation, and he's bringing our baby too. We'll all spend the rest of our time together. As for work—" she waved a hand dramatically "—I'm on leave. Oh, and I heard you're getting married next week!" She shot Jasper a playful look. "Big bro told me, so… let's go shopping!"
The room filled with laughter and warmth, and for the first time in a long time, I felt light. Surrounded by the people I loved most, I realized that even in pain, love had a way of making life beautiful — even if only for a little while.
"Thank you so much, guys," I whispered, hugging them all tightly as my tears fell freely — not from sadness this time, but from the overwhelming love that filled the room.
The wedding Day
The day I had dreamed of — the day I never thought would come — finally arrived. My wedding day.
As I stood before the mirror, I couldn't help but smile at my reflection. My dress was breathtaking — pure white, soft, and delicate, almost like a cloud embracing me. Jane had picked it out, of course. I used to tease her about her obsession with fashion, but as I looked at myself now, I realized she had chosen perfection. She had chosen me — in this gown, I looked like hope, like love, like someone who still had forever ahead of her.
When Jasper walked in, dressed in his sleek black tuxedo, I saw that same look in his eyes — that quiet, deep love that made me weak every single time. "You look beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else. I forgot the pain, the weakness, the ticking time. All I could feel was him.
The ceremony took place in Tijuana, Mexico, near the beach — Jasper's surprise for me. The sound of waves crashed gently in the background as the wind danced through my veil. The scent of the ocean filled the air, and the sky above was painted in shades of gold and pink, as if heaven itself was blessing us.
When the music began and I took my first step down the aisle, my heart trembled. Every beat echoed with memories — laughter, tears, promises, and all the moments that had brought us here. The soft sand beneath my shoes felt like a whisper from the earth, and the gentle sea breeze carried my fears away.
I saw Jasper standing at the altar, his eyes never leaving mine. There was pride, there was love, but behind his smile, I could see the pain he was hiding — the fear of losing me. Our children, Luna and Lucas, stood beside Jane and James, smiling so brightly that it brought tears to my eyes.
As I reached the altar, Jasper took my hands, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. My trembling fingers brushed against his, and I saw tears glisten in his eyes. "You're my forever, Cathy," he whispered.
When the priest asked for our vows, I felt my chest tighten. My voice shook as I spoke, but I meant every word:
"I may not have forever, but I have this moment — and that's enough, as long as it's with you. I promise to love you even beyond my last breath."
The silence that followed was filled only by the crashing waves and the sound of people sniffing softly — Jane was already wiping her tears, and even James turned away to hide his.
When the priest finally pronounced us husband and wife, I felt something inside me bloom — a peace, a joy so pure it almost hurt.
Jasper leaned in and kissed me — deeply, tenderly, like it was the first time all over again. The world disappeared. It was just us — two souls tangled together, defying time, defying pain.
In that kiss, I forgot I was dying. I forgot everything except that I was loved — deeply, endlessly, truly.
And for that one perfect moment under the sunset, I felt alive again.
Jasper POV
Our wedding was everything I ever dreamed of — everything she ever deserved. Watching Cathy walk down that aisle in her white gown, glowing in the golden light of the setting sun, I felt like the luckiest man alive. That moment was pure magic, and deep inside, I wished time could freeze right there, just so I could hold on to that smile forever.
Now, she was my wife. Saying those words — my wife — filled my heart with warmth. It felt unreal. After everything we'd been through — the betrayals, the pain, the storms — she still chose me.
After the wedding, we flew to Paris for our honeymoon — the city of love. And for a while, it felt like we'd left all our troubles behind. We visited the Eiffel Tower, took walks by the Seine, and laughed under the evening lights. Cathy smiled more than I had seen in months. Even though her body was weak, her spirit burned brighter than ever. I could see it in her eyes — she was holding on, fighting to make every moment count.
Every time I caught her staring at me, I saw both love and sadness in her gaze. It was as though she already knew that our time together was borrowed, and she was trying to memorize every detail — the sound of my voice, the warmth of my hand, the look in my eyes. I noticed, but I said nothing. I just held her tighter.
When we returned home to the mansion, reality started creeping in again. Her bleeding worsened. Some nights, she would wake up trembling, clutching her chest, her face pale and drenched in sweat. I would rush to her side, holding her until she fell asleep again.
Jane moved in with us to help, and together we did everything to make Cathy comfortable. But deep down, I knew — her time was slipping away. The doctor's words echoed endlessly in my mind: "She has only one week left."
That one week felt like both a blessing and a curse. I couldn't stop watching her — the way she smiled even in pain, the way she tried to comfort me when she was the one dying. I would often sneak out to the balcony at night, crying silently, begging God for a miracle. I would have given anything — anything — to trade places with her.
But no miracle came.
When I told her we needed to go back to the hospital, she held my hand gently and said, "No, Jasper. I want to die at home… in our bed… with you beside me." Her words broke something inside me. I wanted to argue, to beg, but when I saw the peace in her eyes, I couldn't. So I just nodded, tears falling silently.
One day left.
The house was too quiet that morning. The sun was bright, but it felt like the light had lost its warmth. Cathy was lying in bed, her breathing shallow, her skin pale and soft like porcelain. I sat beside her, holding her hand, afraid that if I let go, she would slip away forever.
She slowly turned her head toward me, her lips trembling. "Jasper…" she whispered, her voice so weak that it barely reached me.
"I'm here, my love," I said, my voice cracking as I brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"I love you… so much," she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. "Thank you for making the last days of my life feel perfect. Please don't cry when I'm gone. Take care of our kids. Tell my grandchildren about me one day… tell them their grandmother was strong. Love our children as much as you've loved me… and please, Jasper… don't break down when I'm gone. You're the best husband I could ever have, and I'll never stop loving you…"
Her fingers tightened weakly around mine for a moment, and then… loosened.
"Cathy?" I called softly, but she didn't respond.
"Cathy!" I called again, louder this time, shaking her gently.
"Cathy, please! Wake up! Don't do this to me, please!"
But her eyes were closed. Peaceful. Silent. Gone.
I screamed her name until my voice broke. The sound that came out of me didn't even feel human — it was pain, raw and unfiltered, tearing through my soul.
Luna and Lucas rushed in, followed by Jane. When they saw her, Luna fell to her knees, screaming, "Mommy!" Her cry shattered the air. Lucas stood frozen, tears streaming silently down his face. The room filled with sobs and heartbreak, the sound of our world collapsing around us.
I couldn't breathe. My chest ached as if my heart was being ripped apart from the inside. I stumbled out of the room, unable to bear the sight of her lifeless body. Outside, I fell to my knees, clutching my chest, sobbing uncontrollably. The sky above seemed to mourn with me — dark clouds gathered, and a light rain began to fall.
That was the moment I realized… Cathy wasn't just the love of my life — she was my life. Every reason I had to smile, to breathe, to exist, was gone with her last heartbeat.
And as I sat there, broken, drenched in rain and tears, I whispered into the wind,
"I'll love you, Cathy… even beyond death."
Epilogue
Five Years Later
It's been five long years since Cathy's funeral, yet not a single day has passed that Jasper hasn't thought of her. The mansion that was once filled with laughter now stood quiet and still — a museum of memories frozen in time. Her pictures still hung on the walls, her scent lingered faintly on the sheets, and every corner of the house whispered her name.
The pain of losing Cathy never truly left him; it only changed shape. Some days it was a dull ache in his chest, and other days it was a storm that ripped through his soul. There were nights he still woke up reaching for her, only to feel the cold emptiness beside him. But somehow, through the heartbreak, he found a reason to keep going — Luna and Lucas.
They had grown so much, both resembling their mother in different ways. Luna had her mother's kindness and gentle heart, while Lucas carried her intelligence and stubborn courage. They were Jasper's light in the darkness — his living reminder of the woman he loved and lost.
In the years that followed Cathy's passing, Jasper poured all his pain and love into his work. As the CEO of his company, he became known for his brilliance and compassion, but his heart was always somewhere else. Late at night, instead of resting, he would sit by his study window, writing endlessly about Cathy — her smile, her strength, her sacrifice.
One day, he turned those words into something permanent — a book. He titled it "DON'T CRY." It was more than just a story; it was a tribute to Cathy — her journey, her courage, her love that refused to die even after death. The book became a bestseller, touching millions of hearts around the world. Readers cried, smiled, and felt her spirit through every page. Through that book, Cathy lived on.
And today… was a special day.
The sun shone brightly over the college campus, and the air was filled with celebration and laughter. Students wore their graduation gowns proudly, families gathered with joy, and Jasper stood among them, dressed neatly in a black suit, holding a bouquet of white lilies — Cathy's favorite flowers.
He spotted Luna and Lucas across the courtyard, their faces glowing with pride and excitement. For a moment, Jasper's vision blurred with tears — tears not of sorrow, but of pride. Cathy would have been so proud to see them like this.
"Hi, lovelies!" Jasper called out, his voice full of warmth as he walked toward them.
"Dad!" Luna and Lucas shouted in unison, running toward him. They wrapped their arms around him so tightly that he almost lost his balance, laughing through the tears that welled in his eyes.
"Hi, my love," Luna said teasingly, her smile so much like Cathy's that Jasper's heart fluttered.
"You two have made me the happiest father on earth," Jasper said softly, his voice trembling. "Your mom… she's smiling down at you right now."
"Dad, let's take a picture," Lucas said, pulling out his camera with excitement.
Jasper nodded, and they stood together — Luna on one side, Lucas on the other. As the camera clicked, Jasper looked up at the sky. A gentle breeze brushed his face, carrying with it a familiar warmth, almost like a whisper.
For a moment, he could swear he heard her voice — soft, loving, eternal.
"Don't cry, Jasper… I'm still here."
He smiled faintly, a single tear sliding down his cheek as the twins hugged him again.
That day wasn't just a celebration of success — it was a promise kept, a reminder that love never truly dies. Cathy's story didn't end in sorrow; it continued through the lives she touched, the memories she left, and the love that still bloomed in the hearts of those she cherished.
As they walked together under the golden sunset, laughing and taking pictures, Jasper whispered quietly to himself,
"We did it, Cathy. They made it… and so did I."
And for the first time in years, he smiled — not through pain, but through peace.
They all lived happily ever after.
— THE END —
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