He went to hell to save her.
He fought gods to protect her.
Now he'll stay to defend the home she's known for so long,
only to take her away in the end.
But the look in her eyes told him she didn't mind.
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Sometimes he wondered what he was doing; chasing after death. Or perhaps death was chasing him, but he won't let it catch up; to him or to her.
She would probably say it was because he was too stubborn to die.
She was probably right.
She left to save him, told him to forget about her and live out the rest of his life the way it was suppose to be. But how could he when her face appeared every time he closed his eyes: that smile she rarely gave; those eyes that always followed him; the look she had before she left.
He hated that one the most.
She wasn't someone you forgot easily and even if she was, he wasn't going to forget her. How could he when she saved him and everything he had every known? Yet, she thought she deserved what she was getting. When he came to save her, she thought she wasn't worth it.
How stupid.
But that was just how she was: a complete nut job, more annoying than anyone he's ever met. She was half his size and had twice his strength. He couldn't stand her and he barely knew her. She caused him more trouble in the two months she was with him then anyone had in his entire life.
Then why was he here?
Because she was also the most selfless person he's ever met. Because she was the most overprotective person he'll ever meet. Because she was the most complex, infuriating, messed up bitch there was.
People asked him why he was here; he said because of her.
He lied.
He was here for himself. He fought to save her for himself.
because…
because…?
He wasn't sure. He couldn't explain it. He didn't want to. He'll fight for her, he'll save her. He'll think later. Right now, time was against him; hell was against him; he was against himself. But it was okay.
For her, it was okay.
After all, she didn't belong in this world anymore then he did. And it was time to take her home.
Fin