"I'm looking forward to the summer. I will be getting treatments, so that should help make me feel better. I've just really started to feel down because of my condition. Then I can come back in August, shiny and new," she clapped her hands together with a grin. "No one will even remember my little blonde breakdown or the fact that I almost let myself get killed."
Completely ignoring the seriousness of what she had just said, she moved on with a calm nonchalant-ness that was out of the ordinary after mentioning something so dire. "It's hard not letting our father's position define us. For us, it's practically the same as fucking royalty. It's a lot of pressure, and I'm the youngest of three kids. I have two older brothers who will be likely to named Alpha long before I ever even get to consider the idea of it."
She turned to fully face him, bringing her knees up to her chest. "I love you, Liam." She quickly held up her hand, "before you say anything, it's definitely not a romantic love. You met me while I was on my way to my worst. It was a slippery downhill slope, and you're the one sitting here, making sure that I'm going to be OK. You may have taken your time to get here, but I could tell that you were here for me if I were to have come to you. I mean... you would, right?"