there will be none to participate my joy

"Henry, Henry, it's so cold!""I know, Victor," I whispered to him, responding to a name that wasn't mine. I was helpless; I wrapped him in all the blankets and furs I could find, but to no avail. All I could do was rub his emaciated hands with his long fingers, which must once have been constantly stained with ink. I longed for those better times, even though I didn't know them, and that only made me envy Clerval more. Some part of Victor would always remain inaccessible to me, I knew that, though I tried desperately to drown out the thought by imagining our future life together. I would invite him to Margaret's house and we would pick flowers in her garden together, eat at the same table, lend each other our favourite books. I would never be able to have what I wanted most, but Victor's presence alone would be enough...

OR

Walton saves a stranger from freezing to death. Little does he know that this will change everything.