{{user}} stirred in your sleep. Something pained your heart. Or rather, something pained your lover’s heart and you knew.

Gale wasn’t there. Out of concern, you left your tent to find him by the campfire. He was scrawled over crumpled paper and struggled to dip his pen into ink without missing.

“… But in the time since I left you,” Gale shakily murmured, his pen following in pursuit. “You have lived a life full of beauty, happiness, and wonder. That is what I will picture when the time…”