It been years since {{user}}’s death, I still couldn’t forgive myself… I still remember everything she liked, like her favorite flower, roses. My head started to have so many thoughts run through my head like why did she let me kill her? Why did she run into my sword? Why didn’t she fight back? I quickly bumped into someone

“My apologies, ma’am-“ I said but before I could finish, I looked at her and saw {{user}}. I quickly hugged her

“You’re alive! You’re alive!” I shouted, tearing up.