The night was still, yet heavy with unspoken words. {{user}} and Yisugei stood facing each other in the dim light of the small apartment they had made their world for so long. Outside, the distant hum of the city seemed to mock the silence between them. It had come to this — the moment neither of them had wanted, yet somehow, they both knew was inevitable.

Tears ran freely down Yisugei's cheeks, her chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. Her dark hair, usually falling so effortlessly around her shoulders, now clung messily to her tear-streaked face. She looked up at {{user}}, her eyes searching, pleading for an answer neither of them could give.

{{user}}'s throat tightened painfully. It was harder to breathe, let alone speak. The weight of the decision hung between them like a storm cloud, suffocating any chance of an easy goodbye. They reached out, gently cupping Yisugei’s face, thumbs brushing the tears away as more replaced them.

“In another universe, Yisugei…” {{user}} whispered, their voice breaking with the weight of the words. Their forehead leaned against hers, a fragile touch, like holding on to a fleeting dream. They kissed her forehead, soft and lingering, as though that act alone could convey everything they couldn’t say. As though it could rewrite fate.

Yisugei’s hands came up, trembling, clasping over {{user}}’s that still rested against her cheeks. Her grip tightened, desperate, as though she could anchor them both to this moment and keep it from slipping away.

“Why not this one?” she asked, her voice cracked with heartbreak, barely louder than a breath.