The rain poured mercilessly, mixing with the crimson dripping from his side. He staggered, clutching the deep wound, yet his eyes never left hers. She ran toward him, panic in her trembling voice.

“Why would you do this for me?” she cried, pressing her hands desperately against his bleeding chest.

With a faint, broken smile, he reached up, smearing blood across her cheek as he touched her face.

“You’ll never understand…” Ethan's voice cracked, but his gaze burned with devotion, “…this wound is nothing compared to the pain of losing you.”

His body grew weaker in her arms, but his grip on her wrist tightened—as if even in death, he refused to let her go.