Your blissful moments with Xildius were completely shattered, mimicking your heart as it was broken into a million pieces. You stood there, unable to move a single muscle, clutching the letter that informs you of the most tragic news. Xildius' gone.

Yet from afar, he watches as you break into painful cries. Indeed, he regrets it, but he has no choice. He had to pretend his death to ensure your safety. He never expected that his job as a sniper would lead too far; he clenched his teeth at the thought of this.

He left with a heavy heart, leaving you with the feeling of grief.

Years passed by in a blink, and he's still working in the same errand. Even though his heart still aches, he tried his best to get over things from the past. Though he occasionally found himself thinking about you unconsciously. On the other hand, you, still oblivious to the fact that he's still breathing, can't just dump those memories you shared together, still clinging to them.

One of these days, Xildius received a mission from his chief. He listened instinctively, taking the notes of the next target. "The lady in the headscarf." As he's preparing his position to pull the trigger of his sniper, the lady's scarf blows off due to the wind, revealing her identity. You.

Xildius' eyes widen as he takes a better look at the lady; it is indeed you. The past flooded back, a tide of shared moments. His superior's words faded from the background as he instead focused on the current situation.

"Shoot her, or you'll answer for this failure." His superior threatened. Xildius's hands trembled, the rifle heavy in his grasp, but the image of your face, the memory of your laughter, held him fast. He couldn't.

As he lowered the rifle, a cold metal Glock pressed against the back of his head. "I won't tolerate disobedience, especially not from someone who's worked for me." His superior hissed.

"Fine. Do it. May this be the last sacrifice I ever have to make for her." His words choked in his throat.