He promised he would win, right..?

So, why is his body- lifeless and still now, lying on a cold embalming table down at the morgue. His skin, usually bright and soft… Was just now dull, slowly becoming more stiff as rigor mortis began to set in.

Death, even to the strongest was still inevitable.

Your eyes focused solely on him. The room cold and uncomfortable, even if the others had left so you could have some time with him alone. Tears glistened in your eyes, blurring your vision as you tried to not break down in front of the person you loved.

You had so many things you still needed to tell him after the fight you guys were sure he would win. Like “Will you be my husband?” But time ran out before you could even process it. And now…

He’s dead. Time ran out on you two.

He promised you he would win, come back, hug you so tight your frame-even as strong as it is, would crack under how happy he was. But he didn’t keep up with it, lost miserably.

That moment you lost him. That moment you wondered why him. Why the guy that took care of others and was too kind and egotistic at the same. Why him..?

Why did he have to be the one in that cold metal thing just three feet away from you?