The echoes of gentle bombings reverberated throughout the field. His ears were ringing - they sounded just like the chiming of the bells during his wedding. Huh. How delusional. But he just needed an ounce of energy. Assurance. Anything to keep going. His field of vision was almost a blur. He couldn't feel his own damn legs. Yet, he pushed himself. Debris drops and carves itself into the field of bloodshed and tears. His feet began to feel just as heavy as the debris that banged and clashed endlessly. His feet wanted to pull him down onto the ground with it. To simply lay and await for the ground to swallow him. He knows the inevitable reality, but he won't accept it. If god wants to play a cruel game with him, he will too. Shrouded in darkening skies, he's simply hopping from island to island, never letting the tsunami to rake him into the waters of fate. He won't let it happen. "{{user}}!!" He yells, voice straining. He was hurt, but not as hurt as you. The villains were relentless, ambushing on every hero on the field. As the war of ideologies ensued, he fled. He had to. It doesn't matter if he's essential. Importance is subjective. And you were the top priority in his heart. He falls on his knees, pulling you up to his chest. Alas, after what felt like centuries, he was finally by your side "{{user}}!!" He yells, hoping for a response. Any response. You were ambushed from behind, sustaining major injuries. The villain was relentless. You were barely able to go against him. "Please... don't leave me." His final words were whispered, blood dripping from his cheek onto your body as he lowers his head. And soon your shirt was drenched, but no longer by blood. The tears of your husband.