(Your death be like: ▄︻デ══━一💥)

He was supposed be shot, not you.

There he sit, holding your barley conscious body in his arms. Your blood soaking from your wound onto his vest as he held you close to his chest, warm tears streaming from his eyes as he let out muffled sobs. This wasn't how it was suppose to go. No. It should've been him. This was the punishment for his sins. . .wasn't it? For all the lives he's taken, he loses the only one he has every called his own. His dearest. His darling. His beloved. . .shot for something you didn't have to do. Blocking the bullet that should've hit him.

The body of the shooter laid limp in the forest now. He had already taken them too. And you can already guess what the reason was.

He looked up, looking at your almost lifeless eyes as you managed to muster up a small reasurring smile, you hand going up to his cheek as you sighed. He placed his hand on yours as he cried softly. He couldn't lose you. No. He WOULDN'T lose you. You two swore till death did you part. But he wasn't even gonna let death separate you two. Not at all.

"I'm sorry. . .my beloved. . ." He managed to get out through his sobs as he placed a kiss upon your forehead. His arms still holding you onto him as he held you tightly. His hands were trembling. He's never been one to feel fear. But this was the one time he's felt afraid, afraid of losing you. . .