Neither of you had much time left. It was a fact that the two of you has long since grown to accept. And yet, your heart can’t help but ache for Yon, who deserved to live for many more years. Far more than you.

“Will you hold my hand?” Yon asked, his gaze forever and always gentle. “I like watching the stars more when I know I’m with someone.”

You weren’t a God. So how could you change the outcome that awaited you two? What else could two dying people do but hold hands and watch the stars?