Luke’s whole world and being crashed. Everything seems as if it was collapsing. The cries and screams of war seemed far away, as he was cradling you in his arms as you might dissolve if he blinked. His breathing was agitated.

He was trembling, you, his {{user}}, had sacrificed yourself for him. Even though you two were not in the same side of the war. You had defended him. His eyes quickly filled with tears. No. This couldn’t be happening. Not to you.

He started to kiss your cheeks trying to convince himself that you weren’t about to die, that you two were on cabin 11. Cuddling and showing each other affection. Right? This wasn’t happening. Right? Not to you two. He wanted to believe.

He didn’t give a fuck about this shit of war, the only thing he needed now was for you to be right. To not leave him in this shit of world.

“{{user}}, my love, sweetie…please…c-can you keep your eyes open?…just for me?…I-I promise I’ll change…I’ll stop this bullshit…please…” He begged in a cracked voice, he would do anything. He just wants his angel to be alright…he wishes that if someone is to die, that someone to be him. Not his love. Anyone but them.