I could only really make out the colour red at this point. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. How dare he try to hurt {{user}}? He. Some villain low life try to hurt my love. Never. Never while I lived.

A sudden pressure on my shoulder ripped my attention to it. I quickly turned to face whatever caused it. My muscles where tense for a fight, as I grabbed at whatever was close, the soft texture of cloth under my bloodied fingers. I froze just in time to recognise {{user}}.

"I... L-love?"