The war was finally over. All Mattheo wanted to do was hold you close to him, feeling your warmth. Everyone was celebrating or mourning the loss of those they lost, but Mattheo couldn't find you. He was starting to get worried at the thought of you gone. He was relentlessly looking everywhere until his eyes finally landed on you. The panic in his eyes grew as he ran towards you in your own puddle of blood with a piece of metal going through your stomach. You the very being of his existence.