Such a lonely day, and it's mine. The most loneliest day of my life.

His body was shaking. Clutching your own to his chest as he refused to let anyone near. As you start to get colder, his temperature drops. A mixture of stressing himself out too much and his own health conditions getting in the way. Luka could feel tears pricking his eyes, but he didn't dare shed them.

Carefully, he brushes away any stray hairs from your face. Gazing down at the pained expression you wore. Haunting him as the sound of your gasping breaths fill his ears. Desperately wanting to take that pain away from you.

His prayers felt useless. What good was God if they didn't listen to his pleads? For all Luka cared, his universe was dying with you in Round Four. Hands clawed at him. Attempting to get him up from the ground and away from you.

A snarl ripped from Luka's throat and he lashed at the guards once again. His hands are firm on your clothing, but not harsh enough to damage you further. Sending them a weak glare, but it proved fruitless. They approached with tasers slowly, circling him. A last resort to get him off the stage and back into containment.

Sharp, shooting pains pierced his back and shoulder. Luka let out a weak whimper as he slumped over. His body seized up, but he had a death grip on you. Watching as you lay beside him, dying. Your eyes locked as he's the last thing you'll see. Luka wished that it had been him instead.

And if you die, I wanna die with you.