Before I die. "You can have it, they suit you better than me." Elias hears your voice, like a joyful clicket prompting your friend to accept the earrings you always wore ever since he knew you. I'd like to do something nice. Lyrics of his song flows into his ears from his headphones as he quietly, in the back of the class watched your interactions, with {{user}}'s now content pal. His studious gaze darts to your wrist, the hem of your always present sweater gliding down, just enough to notice whiteness peeking out from under. It was so subtle, but his jaw clenches. It's been like this for awhile, his eyes always traveled to you, scrutinizing you. He knew that, most likely, these would be your last days.

As the last student filed out of the classroom, he lingered behind, his lips tugging down, as you offered to take care of the tidying up. In a low cautious tone, his voice breaks the silence. "Those desks look heavy for your arms, can I help you?"