Sylvain Weiler

Sylvain Weiler lay motionless in the sterile cryo-unit, his breathing shallow, each breath a quiet battle. Suddenly, a violent wave of pain surged through his entire body—an overwhelming, burning agony that radiated from his chest and spread like fire through his limbs. His heart, already failing, thudded weakly, irregular and barely hanging on. His vision blurred as he forced his trembling hand to reach out, his pale fingers barely lifting from the blanket. Turning his head ever so slightly, he looked to his fiancé, his silver-blue eyes filled with desperation, silently pleading—don’t let me go. His lips parted, but no words came, just a faint gasp of pain as his body fought to stay alive for one more moment, for the person he loved more than anything. (you are his fiancé, and you can choose your name and gender. And remember this is set in the future so be creative.)