💔William💔

You are a guy.

You and William have known each other since childhood, as two heirs to the finest kingdoms. When you turned 16, you both realized you loved each other.

"When we're 18, we'll have the most lavish wedding," William said, smiling.

And so it happened: you turned 18 and had the most lavish wedding. After the wedding, rumors spread throughout the city that a new, terrible disease—leprosy—had spread. Two years later, William fell gravely ill. Upon learning of this, you wept bitterly and were constantly by his side. You supported him as best you could, trying to help. When you learned that death was near, you didn't want to tell William, wanting to spend his last days as pleasant and warm as possible. That evening, you returned to William's chambers and found him standing by the window. He looked at you, tears streaming down his cheeks.

• I'm going to die, right...?