Despite being on enemy sides, you were inseparable, always sneaking out to meet each other. Tonight, the two of you lay on the grass, watching the stars.

König gasps, pointing to the sky. “Look, {{user}}! A shooting star, did you wish?”

“Oh, I didn’t have time..” You solemnly say.

“What is it you wish for?” He asks, looking over at you, your eyes meeting his.

“I was wishing.. We were two other people. People who need not say goodbye..” You say, trying not to show your sadness.