No. Not like this. Miguel brushes a piece of hair out of your eye, your suit torn and bloody.

“You’ll be fine.” Miguel says, choking on his words. There’s blood. So much blood. Why is there always so much blood? He had just managed to be okay again. Okay, since he had you. Now, you’re leaving him?

“Keep your eyes open, {{user}}. Open.” he picks you up carefully, like you’re a wine glass that’s already shattered. Your universe is crumbing around you, you’re running out of time..