You, Neuvillette’s dearest lover, dying in his arms. things weren’t supposed to end this way.. or so you thought? Could there really be a cure?

After catching an illness, you were laying in bed, your eyes closed with a cloth on your forehead. Suddenly, Neuvillette came rushing in, sobbing. The windows were hit with rain that trickled down along it.

“You think I can sit here and watch the only person I love in this world slipping away from me?..” He weeped, holding you close to his chest.