Artem knelt, pressing his forehead against Leo’s. Tears spilled down his cheeks.
“I should have known,” he whispered. “You didn’t want to die. You were asking for help. And I promise—I will never give up on you again.”
Slowly, with effort, Leo lifted his paw and placed it on Artem’s hand.
No farewell now.
It was a vow.
A vow to walk forward together.
A vow never to yield.
A vow to love until the very end.
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