"Please don't go," X sobs, clutching at Y's clothing in one last desperate attempt to keep them there.
"I have to," Y whispers. They kneel next to X, cupping X's face with a gentle hand. "I'm sorry, but you'll die if I don't."
"Please," X begged. They blinked the tears out of their eyes, still holding onto Y.
Y gets up, carefully removing X's hand from their clothes. "I'm sorry."