The day his heart was shattered, was the day he had lost her forever.
Dante watched on, a hollow husk of himself, as he relived the nightmarish day. For him, it was worse than being slaughtered on the battleground with only a breath left. Despair came first, dragging him deep down into an abyss of darkness and shadow.
"No… no… stay with me!" He yelled in agony as he tried to stop the bleeding of her wound.
Dante would never forget the soft smile that appeared upon her face as she reached out her trembling blood-covered hand towards him. He grasped it immediately with his own and brought it close to his cheek.
"I'm here my love, I'm here. You'll be alright… I will find the best healers…" he constantly reassured her.
Or was he saying it to reassure himself?
"Da...Dante… listen to me…" she struggled to speak coherently as her consciousness stood on the edge between life and death.
"I'm listening, I'm listening."
