“A-Arcane? What’s going on?” Your face twisted into one of worry.

A few minutes ago, Arcane was screaming, calling out your name desperately as he stormed in your chambers. Now, he was on his knees, holding your hands as he cried on your lap.

“You’re alive…” He muttered, not loud enough for you to hear. ‘I really did go back in time…’ he thought as he sobbed quietly. He will never let you die again. He’ll never let love ruin his life again. It was a vow to himself.