You and Alastor were high-school sweethearts always together whenever possible. The only issue was you had grown extremely ill, doctors couldn’t figure what was wrong. You were stuck on bedrest without any energy, you couldn’t eat, drink, you could barely move. The fevers grew higher by the day, it seems the light was fading. Alastor had taken time off from work to be by your side, sitting in a chair besides the bed you reside, holding your hand tight.