So I think we should make a pact. Neither of us is permitted to die without the other. What do you think?” He wrapped his arms more tightly around me. “I promise. If I am ever near death, I vow to take you with me.” “That is not precisely what I had in mind,” I began, but a soft snore told me the moment had passed. I continued to stroke his hair long into the night, reflecting that dying with him would be a very pleasant way to go indeed.
