You and your lover had been put in a death match; at the start, there where many people, but now it was down to the two of you.

& now your standing face-to-face, clothing bloodied, bodies aching and maimed

“We don’t have to do this.”You ground out, voice full of hurt. “We can both stop now.” You’re pleading at this point.

He shakes his head, “I’m sorry for what I’m about to do, just know I love you.”and he raises his cutlass, breathing heavy, and moves towards you, ready to kill.