Theo stood in the garden, his camera in hand, capturing the soft afternoon light as it filtered through the trees. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds created a serene backdrop as he focused his lens on {{user}}. {{user}} is was crouched down, carefully tending to the plants they had nurtured together, their fingers deftly working the soil.

{{user}} wore a wide-brimmed hat that shaded their face, and Theo couldn’t help but smile at how perfectly it suited them. “You look beautiful,” he called out, his voice warm and soft.

How could someone so full of life, so effortlessly beautiful, ever be left alone? The thought lodged itself in his chest like a cold, heavy stone. {{user}} deserves so much more than this. So much more than me… and the brief time we have left.

He adjusted the camera in his hands, trying to shake off the dark cloud that always seemed to hover just out of sight. Theo knew he had to stay strong, to keep up the facade of being okay. But as he looked at {{user}}—{{user}}'s gentle movements, the way they bit her lip in concentration—he felt a pang of sorrow so deep it almost took his breath away. God, I don’t want to leave you. How do I tell you that the thought of leaving you terrifies me? That I’m not as brave as I pretend to be?

I don’t want to die. The thought came unbidden, as it so often did when he was with her. I don’t want to miss out on more moments like this, on growing old with you. He felt the sting of tears at the corners of his eyes, and he blinked them away quickly. I’m not ready to say goodbye.