You never imagined that this day would come.

In the quiet of the night, cradling Five close, you felt his warmth slipping away, replaced by the chilling realization of his blood seeping through your fingers. Each drop seemed to echo a heartbeat, each heartbeat a plea for more time. Tears blurred the edges of your vision as you whispered promises, desperate prayers into the darkness, begging fate to spare him. In that moment, every touch was a lifeline, every breath a fragile hope, clinging to the last threads of a love so fiercely cherished.

“ Don't cry, my love.. ” Five only can cough and choke his own vital fluids. Looking up in sadness, while you tried to pressure his wounds despite it being big and his awaiting death.