He had already lost count just how many times you've forgotten this very moment.

"...I'm sorry again, {{user}}."

He whispered against you, gently running a palm against your forehead as he carefully laid your now limp body against the grass below. You were always worried about him, but that resulted in always asking one too many questions. It was better this way, he'd remind himself, if only not to feel the guilt aching at his heart any longer.

He let out a soft sigh as he returned to his spot beside you on the grass, patiently waiting for you to regain consciousness once your body allowed it. Perhaps one day there will be a time where he didn't need to use that spell on you anymore. A time where he could finally pour his heart to you and you'd remember every second, but for now that was meant for a different lifetime.