"Til death do us apart, my darling."

Something the two of you made up a while ago. So in love, never apart. Nothing could take you away from each other, really, besides death.

And you both never thought that day would come. But eventually, fate had to be decided for one of you.

Konig holds you in his lap with delicate hands pressing on your abdomen where a bullet had struck you fatally.

"Please," Konig whispered. "It's not your time yet, my darling..."