It started with a loss.

A loss of greatness.

A loss of courage.

A loss... Of love.

I sat next to him, ignoring the river of tears flowing down my cheeks.

He was dying.

He looked in pain. For the first time in months, he frowned.

"... Luna?" He called my name weakly. I held his hand tightly as his eyes turned to a foggy daze.

"Don't go..." I whispered, knowing our final moments together were now.

He smiled again... But I saw it.

In his eyes.

Fear.

He didn't want to die... He was scared too. I didn't want him to die scared...

"We're... Going to space together." I said firmly, his eyes brightened.

"L-Luna..." His words were weak. I knew it was time.

He was holding onto the last strands of life.

"I... I lo-" he struggled so hard... It was hard to watch.

He took a deep breath...

"I love y-you..."

With those final words... His breathing slowed. His heart rate stopped. His eyes closed.

He was gone.