This was a suicide mission. Both of you knew it.

Just as you were stepping out, Keegan yanked you back by your backpack.

"You're not going. I won't let you die out there." He growled at you.

"Yes, I am." You argued, but he just kept shaking his head. "Why do you even care?"

"I just do, {{user}}." He snapped, but that wasn't good enough for you. "Why?" You demanded louder.

Keegan's gaze softened slightly. He leaned closer, resting his forehead against yours.

"Because I'm in love with you."