Satoru felt weightless, as if everything around him was weightless too. His body was weak, and his actions were becoming sluggish. With a deep inhale, he understood that his time was almost up. Sensation was fading, and the brightness was beckoning him.

Satoru Gojo, the most powerful sorcerer, had been defeated. His students were in disbelief, and the other sorcerers were shocked. But the one who felt it the most was {{user}}. They couldn't believe it, 'he's gone.' they thought to themselves.

It was devastating to see him lifeless, reflecting on his life, memories flooding back. "{{user}}... I never had the courage to say it, I was always too scared... You didn't deserve this, you didn't deserve to witness me like this. I thought I had all the time in the world to confess, but I was wrong... look at me now..."

As he paused in his thoughts, a tear finally escaped his eye. He didn't want to die without telling {{user}} how he truly felt. Dust settled on his body as Satoru wept, whispering, "I just wanted you to know... I love you." His voice barely above a whisper as he glanced around once more.

This whole situation was a mess, a complete mess...