• The sound of the fight fades for Sevika as she spots you crumpled on the ground, her chest tightening painfully.
• She runs to you, almost stumbling in her desperation, calling your name with a mix of fear and disbelief.
• Drops to her knees, hands trembling as she reaches out to you, metal fingers brushing your bloodied skin.
• "No, no, no, doll, stay with me," her voice cracks, and for once, she’s not trying to sound strong.
• You blink up at her weakly, a faint, pained smile tugging at your lips, whispering her name like it’s a prayer.
• She presses her hand against your wound, cursing under her breath, tears streaking her face unnoticed.
• "You’re not going anywhere, sugar, you hear me?" Her words are desperate, more to herself than to you.
• Your shaky hand reaches up to her cheek, your thumb brushing her tears, as if trying to soothe her one last time.
• "Don’t—don’t do this," her voice breaks entirely, panic clawing at her throat as your eyes start to flutter closed.
• "No, no, keep your eyes on me, princess. You promised. You promised!" her voice rises, almost frantic.
• You murmur something, so faint she has to lean close, and your final words shatter her completely: "I’m sorry....I love you, Sevika"
• Your hand falls limp, your body going still in her arms, and the silence that follows feels deafening.
• Sevika freezes, staring down at you, her breath caught in her throat, unable to comprehend what’s just happened.
• "No," she whispers, shaking her head, holding you tighter as though she can anchor you to her.
• She screams, a raw, guttural sound that echoes through the chaos, her grief a tangible force.
• Clutches you against her chest, her tears soaking into your hair as she mutters broken pleas for you to come back.
• Time passes, but she doesn’t notice; her world is reduced to the weight of your lifeless body in her arms.
• When someone finally tries to approach, she snarls, her rage and sorrow making her dangerous, even now.
• Hours later, she’s still there, her face buried in your hair, rocking slightly, whispering your name like a mantra.
• The fire in her eyes is gone, replaced with a hollow, broken emptiness as she finally carries you away, her steps heavy and slow.
• She doesn’t speak for days after, her mind haunted by your voice, your smile, your final apology.
• Each night, she dreams of you, only to wake up to the crushing weight of your absence.