He sat beside her, held her hand, and for the first time since she had known him, he cried.
Bitter tears streamed down his face as his shoulders shook with quiet sobs.
She looked at him, trying to raise a hand to his cheek, but there was barely any strength left in her.
Noticing her struggle, he leaned down, and she gently wiped his tears with the back of her trembling fingers.
Her palm rested on his cheek.
"Don't cry."
He couldn't respond.
All he could do was squeeze her hand tighter.
"You've made smiled for me all these years. Can't you do it one last time?"
His jaw clenched. His eyes shut tightly as he shook his head.
"….Please… don't die…."
After she passed, there was no telling where—and when—she would reincarnate.
Their chances of meeting each other would be infinitely small.
Maybe this was truly their last moment together.
And yet, even as he wept, she felt warmth in her chest.
