In the dimming light of their shared memories, she clung to his final words, desperate for reassurance.
"You will be with me forever, right?" Her voice trembled with unspoken fears.
"Yeah, I will be with you for the rest of our lives," he replied, his touch a promise of eternal presence.
"If I had to choose between dying and not being with you, I would choose to die because I can't bear to be apart from you."
Now, her best friend's attempts to console her seem out of place, almost cruel.
"Forget him. He isn't with you anymore."
"No," she sobs, her heart breaking as she clings to the remnants of his words.
"He can't leave me. He promised..."
As the echoes of his promise fade into the silence of her grief, the full weight of what she has lost becomes painfully clear.
The truth lingers in the shadows of their last moments together-his vow was a bittersweet assurance, not of their future together, but of his undying love even in his absence.