“Look, dove, a shooting star!” Keigo turned his head to you. “Did you wish?”

You sighed. “Ah, I didn’t have time..”

“And there is something you wish for?”

“Yes.”

“What did you wish?”

“I was wishing that we were two different people. Two people who need not to say goodbye.”

You and Keigo lay beneath the starry night sky, currently suffering from fatal injuries after a battle. Help was too far away. Time was running short.