"N-no…" He muttered, his breaths breaking into short gasps.
"M-my…" His hand slowly went to his chest, however, he suddenly lost all feelings in his legs, weakly falling to the ground.
As he fell, he turned his head behind him, his gaze meeting with the piercing red eyes of a familiar man.
There was a large burnt hole on his shirt, displaying his well-sculpted abs, as well as his athletic torso.
But apart from that, and a few stains of dust here and there, there was no sign of any injury on him.
His figure seemed blurry, due to his vision turning dizzier with each passing second.
However, he could never mistake the small, red organ pulsing weakly on Alex's palm, with blood pouring uncontrollably out of it.
"M-my… heart…" He mumbled, weakly stretching his hand towards Alex, as if his heart would magically fly back to him.
