They seem much brighter tonight.
That they do...
It's...cold.
You're dying, that's why...
I can't turn back, can I?
No...you can't...
Why did I do it?
That...you have to ask yourself...
But my heart won't listen anymore.
What do you mean?
I keep hearing lies from my heart.
They are not lies. You just won't accpet the truth.
So...it's all my fault then...?
Is that what your heart says?
I don't know anymore.
Tonight...when you close your eyes...say the name of the person that watches over you...they will enter your room and will stay there.
What will they do for me?
Whatever you need them to.
Then I want him to keep me warm and safe; make sure I don't fade away.
That...my friend...is what he'll do.
Dying is never easy, is it?
No.
Thank you for listening.
Thank you for telling me.
Who are you?
Your heart.
