His legs were broken like twigs.
My stomach tied literally in knots.
The pain was never ending.
There was no relief from it.
I tried to control the searing pain that overwhelmed me.
Guts felt like they were being handled manually.
Like trying to burst overflated balloons.
He managed, while the enemy wasn't looking, to touch my hand.
Sending more control so it would hurt less.
We waited to see what would happen next.
If our last moments were hand in hand.
So be it, let death claim us together.
The pain shall be gone, only the love shall remain.