"Will you promise to meet with me in the afterlife, Y/N?" "Are you implying that you'll die before me?" "Well, I didn't say that, but..." "If I'm gonna go out, I want it to be with you... S-Sorry." "You have nothing to apologize for. That'd be a dream. I could see myself dying no other way. Holding hands with my best friend until the very end." She reached down and laced her fingers with yours, giving your hand a slight squeeze. "Then, we'll die together." You brushed her hand with your thumb. "As best friends." And it hurt to say.