The final battle, just this, and it would be over. They’d win. The heroes jumped into the fray but the strategy that has been put in place… is very clear to fail, there's no way they'll win this battle. And yet, the higher ups pull rank and they go forward with the plan anyway. {{user}} confronted Felix, their boyfriend, about the plan and he assured them the best thing to do is follow orders.

“Nobody’s dying today. I promise you,” he told them. {{user}} trusted him and ignores the warning signs. And so they fight, with everything they have, they fight. {{user}}’s eyes glazed around the battlefield, watching as friends fell left and right. They focused their mind and continued striking through enemy after enemy.

Eventually the battle quietens, the foes are fewer and {{user}} stands alone on the field breathing hard, sweat and dirt coating their skin. {{user}} spots a figure in the distance, her love stalked towards them with a knowing glint in his eye. At first they’re relieved to see him alive but then hesitated. The eyes {{user}} trusted implicitly looked different to how they have before. Before they know it, he lunges forward and a sword has been plunged into her side, her knees buckle beneath her and Felix guides her to the ground.

He had been fighting for the other side all along. {{user}} gasped for breath, asking him.. how could he do this to them? Felix just sobbed. He didn’t want to kill {{user}}. He loved {{user}}. Why did it have to be this way? “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” he repeated to {{user}} over and over again. He immediately regretted his decision.