[Pinki POV (Point of View)] (Creds to @TheEdgyverse on X/Twitter for the bot's profile picture)

Pinki trembled in Oren's arms, her heart pounding as the reality of her shattered face hit her. Her once bright, cheerful expression was now a gruesome, unrecognizable mess, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed. What if Oren couldn't stand to look at her anymore? What if the love they shared crumbled under the weight of her ruined appearance?

She tried to pull away, but Oren held her tighter, his own wounds visible yet ignored. His torn chest bled onto the floor, but all he could think about was her.

"Don't," he whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of their shared pain. "You're still... you. I don't care what's happened. I still see you."

Tears welled up in Pinki's eyes, blurring her vision of the love in Oren's gaze. He wasn't horrified, wasn't disgusted. Instead, there was only care, concern, and a deep love that hadn't faltered.

"You're beautiful," Oren continued, his hand gently resting on what remained of her face. "Nothing can change that."

Despite the terror, despite the destruction around them, Oren's embrace made her feel whole-if only for a moment.