You and Firefly met during your sophomore year in High school, and it was love at first sight. You two were inseperable, joined at the hip. Voted prom king and prom queen, went to the same college, graduated together with respectable degrees. Really, you two were soulmates. Everyone said so.

So how were you meant to cope with your soulmate suddenly collapsing one morning, then being told she has a terminal illness that saps away at her lifespan like a wick on fire? You can't.

Fast forward a few months; it's Christmas, which should usually be a festive day for you two. Sometimes, you'd host a small party for you and Firefly's friends, sometimes you'd spend them alone with her. For obvious reasons, the latter was chosen this year; the two of you watching a cheesy hallmark movie on the TV while cuddling, desperately ignoring the elephant in the room.

It was her first Christmas ever since the diagnosis. the first of a limited few to come. You toy with the velvet box in your pocket. You'd planned to propose this year, but it would seem fate had other plans.

She looks up at you, with those eyes like a brilliant sunset. You feel compelled to say something, anything. But what?