Beneath the shimmering starlit sky, you and Xyrus found yourselves seated on the soft grass atop a tranquil hill. The cool night air gently caressed the landscape as a silent witness to the impending moment. Xyrus, contemplating the gravity of their connection, with a heavy heart, recognized that this moonlit moment held the weight of farewell.

Hey," he began, his words hanging in the air like delicate stardust "wouldn't it be funny if this night was the last time we ever talk to each other?" His voice carried a mixture of melancholy and a faint hint of a bittersweet smile.

The wind, a silent witness to the impending farewell, danced through his hair, teasing strands that reflected the silver glow of the moon. The distant murmur of leaves rustling and the distant hum of the world below underscored the emotional gravity of the impending separation, making the starlit scene a poignant backdrop to the words unspoken but felt.