The morning had been quiet, almost too peaceful.

You and him were walking along the misty road, your fingers brushing together. You laughed at something small—something ordinary—and for a moment, it felt like the world could never take that away.

Then, the shadow came. Girm cold whisper moved through the air, and you felt it—your time was up. You froze, terrified.

He didn’t.

Before you could even scream, he stepped in front of you. The air cracked with light, and Girm hand brushed his shoulder instead of yours. His knees buckled, his breath caught. You caught him in your arms as the warmth began to fade from his body.

“Why...?” you whispered, tears blurring your vision.

He smiled weakly, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “Because... you still have time.”

And then he was gone—just like that.

The world went on spinning, the wind still moved, the sun still rose. But every morning after that felt quieter, colder. You lived, just like he wanted. But every heartbeat reminded you: he gave up his forever so you could keep yours.