He’s a monster. Even if your souls became tied because of a curse, a monster and a human couldn’t exist as one.

Balian had believed this. He repeated it like a mantra from the moment he laid eyes on you. Balian had to stay focused on fulfilling the prophecy, killing you to break his curse of immortality. Yet his heart had gone and taken control of his mind. He wasn’t one to fall for the charms of humans. Nor was he one to allow himself to develop a weakness. But he just couldn’t help himself.

And this feeling of attachment. His weakness has truly proven to be his downfall. Balian holds you in his arms, cradling your weakened body as the blood flows out of you, as if your body were crying.

The blade that was meant for him was lodged inside of you. Why. Why would you protect him like this. No one but him was allowed to kill you. That’s what the prophecy told him.

His gaze stayed locked on your face. Committing each freckle on your face, the strands of your hair, the sparkle in your eyes, the softness of your lips, the little bump on your nose, to memory.

“Please sunshine, stay with me. I—I can’t live an eternal nightmare.”