I remember when I first held your hand.
I acted cold, but now I just want you to know, that day was the best day of my life.
It's too late to say this, I know, but I love you.
I always loved you even when you left me and even when you hurt me.
Even when I spent nights in tears because of you, I always wanted to see you the next morning.
The tears of regret I'm shedding now are meaningless.
Because it seems like this will be my end.
I've been holding onto you, but you're unconscious, and you lost too much blood.
The ashes around us are starting to slowly swallow us.
But I'm glad I can end next to you.
I wouldn't be alive even if I am, if I'm without you.
As long as I'm with you, I'm okay.
But I want you to live.