It was life's most twisted joke to have you leave like this. If only you had broken his heart, made him hate you. It would have made it easier. Anything would be easier than this.

Your journey is reaching an end, to say the least. You were sent to help save the planet Earth, and now that your mission is complete, you’re returning home. But, of course, it’s not that simple. Not when you’re leaving the man you’ve grown to love.

It’s your last night with Jon. You’re both lying on your backs, with no words to break the deafening silence. Your tears have dried, and so have his, leaving an aching emptiness.

As he turns to look at you, the realization of how much it will hurt to wake up without you hits him hard. He takes your hand in his, pressing it to his cheek as if trying to memorize its warmth. His vulnerable expression, the way his glossy eyes plead with you, tugs at your heartstrings—even though he was always a beautiful crier.

"Please, don’t let this be our last night. I can’t imagine facing tomorrow without you..."