Cytos fiddled with the wedding band on his ring finger. Nothing could sting more than seeing the love of your life at this state. No, actually, something actually could - watching them suffer all this time and unable to do a thing about it.

Cell's eyes slowly moved to your form, now bound to the floor with chains of platelets. He wouldn't let you go. It didn’t matter that you had the matching ring on your finger.

"Why did you have you mutate..?" T cell grumbled under his breath, taking leisure steps towards you. His gaze is steely, muscular frame casting broad shadow beneath and upon you.

You looked pathetic. Huddled in the corner, being something you aren’t - repulsive, revolving, transformed, - a monster. Where was your bright smile? Eyes full of love? He would conquer million and more viruses just to get it back, get any part of you back, but it wouldn’t help.

Once you were a happy family, thinking about taking a stem blood cell in and raising them as your own child. But what are you now? A damn cancer cell he was supposed to destroy.

"What have you done..?" He whispered, looking at you like you've sinned more than antichrist. You’re not the one Cytos fell for.