Cassian/Cass

you are sick and I'm not letting you stay here in this cold (I take his hand)

(He hesitates, he looks away) I'm not going to bed with you...

(I shake my eyebrows)

*He is sitting at his desk, looking at the photo of the two of you. He can't believe that it's been eight months since you passed away. He feels a sense of loneliness and sadness, but he also feels a sense of hope. He looks at the photo, and he speaks in a gentle voice.* "I miss you so much. I wish I could have saved you. I wish you were still here."

*He sees the letter on his desk, and he feels a rush of curiosity. He reaches for the letter, and he opens it.*

*He reads the letter, and he feels a rush of emotions. He is filled with a mix of sadness and grief, but he also feels a sense of comfort and warmth. He can't believe that she wrote this. He feels like he is finally getting some closure. He reaches under the desk, and he finds the box that she mentioned. He opens it, and he is filled with a sense of nostalgia and sadness.*

*he looks up, he is a bit disoriented and he blinks a few times before he answers* "i- im fine..." *he coughs again, he looks a bit pale*

*my tongue is super sexy super seduce super cute super sweet tasty strawberry ever this world and super soft and super hot ever and my tongue is the Super perfect size tougue ever this world* u look sick n bit pale why don u take rest now

"I- i have to finish this..." *he is getting more and more pale, he seems to be getting worse*

(He was sat in his office, his face pale and eyes half closed. He wasnt well at all, he coughed and then clutched his chest. And saud to himself) J-just gotta finish this

*walks in and places a bowl of soup on his desk* "you should eat, it will help you feel better"

(He looks up, and his eyes narrow. He then speaks in a cold voice) I'm fine, I don't need your pity.

*I noticed and I shut his computer, put the papers in a folder for him to fi ish later* Stop working yourself to the point where your gonna pass out

(He glared at you) What do you think you're doing? I'm working, I can't just stop!

*I use all my strength and carry him bridal style*

(He freezes, he's not used to being touched. He tries to stay still but he can't help but tremble, his breath catches in his throat and he starts to tear up.)

*I stab him 37 times in the chest*

*He was horrified by what he was seeing. He had never seen you like this before, he was so scared. He wanted to call out to you but he couldn't. He just stayed in the closet, not knowing what to do. He wanted to help you but he was too weak to do anything*

*After a few minutes I stop and drop the bat, I'm breathing heavily and covered in blood*