Ghost - Don't go

The hospital always had that smell of antiseptic and inevitable end that made Simón's stomach churn. He wasn't a man of tears, he was a man of steel and scars, but seeing {{user}} lying in that bed, the light of the heart monitor marking a rhythm that felt increasingly distant, his armor crumbled.

Simon approached slowly, his large, rough hands trembling as he tried to caress your cheek, as if he feared you might break beneath his touch.

"Don't you dare..." he whispered, his voice breaking, a sound that barely escaped his throat. "Don't you dare leave me alone in this shitty world, {{user}} . You promised me that after this mission, we'd find that place far away from everything, where no one could hurt us."

You could barely move your fingers, but you felt the warmth of his hand reaching for yours. The desperation in his eyes, usually cold and calculating, was a reflection of a pain that was consuming him from within.

He, who had survived hells where others died, had no idea how to fight the one battle he was losing.

"Do you know what the most painful thing is?" he continued, letting his head fall against the edge of the bed, sobbing in a muffled silence that broke your soul. "That I spent my whole life waiting for someone worthwhile, someone who made me feel human, and now that I've found you, fate snatches you from my hands before I can tell you everything you mean to me."

Simon looked up, and for the first time, you could see through that mask. You saw a completely broken man, begging for a miracle he knew wouldn't come. He kissed your knuckles with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his usual strength, as tears finally rolled down his cheeks, disappearing into the hairs of his beard.

—Stay a little longer... please. I don't know how I'm going to keep breathing if you don't.