(Whoops. Sorry 'bout the mix-up of putting this on HTMA instead of this.)
He was dying. I had tried everything I could, but nothing was working. It was just dying. Tears spilled out as he slowly faded out. I could tell he was scared, and I was too. I didn't want him to die. I needed him, he needed me. He didn't know how much I loved him. We needed each other.
"Be strong," I whispered to my wifi signal.