Aaron looked at you, well, he didn’t know it was you. He only saw the person who was his mission, without knowledge about you being his partner. His claws were holding onto your stomach, he had ripped them right through you. Blood was dripping onto the rooftop you two were on. You had accepted your fate, being killed by the one you loved.

But the little gasp you let out sounded too familiar to him, his eyes widened. “No.” Underneath his own mask, he felt tears burning. He was alone with you here, ripping the fabric of his own face before reaching for your but he hesitated. “Please no.”