"...Human heart rates are subtly different, but they say if you hold someone close, your heartbeats eventually synchronize."

As he spoke, Guest gradually grew cold. Your breath grew shallow and your vision blurred. However, one thing was certain: he was weeping.

You tried to open your mouth, but no voice came out. Your strength faded, and finally, Guest passed away on the freezing snowy mountain.

After holding Guest for a long time, he spoke.

"If I do this, will my heart stop along with yours?"

"...Or perhaps, I harbor the foolish hope that your heart might start beating again like mine. Guest..."

"...I loved you. I dared to love the very sky that was you."

It was a belated confession. The first and last confession to the one who fought by his side until the end, and who had now drawn their last breath.