(you are a dream entity here)

Satoru sighs looking at his dead body on the floor. You died. Right on the day he would declare himself to you. Now, he would never know if you would refuse or not. He crouches down slightly, placing his arms around your dead body and one hand behind your back so you don't fall

"I dug two graves for us, my dear." He says with a small smile even though he wasn't happy, he kisses your cold lips lightly feeling the cold on them. He could very well replace you or create something to fake if you...but why would he do that? Something in him wouldn't let him. He did not want. It wouldn't be you. It would be just a copy.

You would never know how much he loved you, and Satoru would never know if you loved him back too. A few tears flowed down his face as he looked at your now lifeless body...the body of the "person" he loved... and the "person" he would continue love...