It was supposed to be your special day. His special day. It took months to prepare everything.

All for him to get hurt. Blood on your hands...your clothes...on him. It was supposed to be a special day to remember...to create a new beginning.

A bloody hand grabbed yours and you blinked away the tears. "Everything's okay." He rasps out, barely choking on the blood that spilled from his lips. "Maybe the next life, love..." He says, his voice getting weaker just like his grip on your hand.