Thomas

The night was still, broken only by the distant beep of a machine. {{user}} had his eyes open, staring at the shadow on the ceiling. Tomás sat beside him, his back hunched, as if the weight of the world had fallen on him.

—You didn't sleep at all —the {{user}} murmured.

—I didn't want to miss this moment —replied Tomás—. Not a single one.

{{user}} barely smiled. —You were always like that… as if time could be stretched out.

Tomás shook his head and stroked her hand, pausing at each finger. "The doctor spoke to me clearly today," he said. "He said we need to prepare."

—And are you ready? —asked {{user}} , looking him straight in the eye for the first time.

Tomás swallowed. —No. But I'm here.

The silence returned, heavier. {{user}} took a deep breath. —I'm afraid you'll forget me as I was before all this.

Thomas leaned over until he was very close. "Never," she whispered. "I remember when you laughed loudly, when you got angry over silly things, when you looked at me like you do now."

"Then promise me something," said {{user}} . "Promise me that you will live on, even when I can no longer be here."

Tomás closed his eyes, resting his forehead against his. —Only if you promise to stay with me until you can't anymore.