Words scribbled on a page could detail so much in those last few moments.
It could detail a love so pure that when in danger or dead, it never stopped.
Elizaveta loved him even as she was tortured for those feelings and for information.
She never broke; she refused to break.
Alfred was worth more to her than any pain that they could throw at her.
Elizavata was willing to even die for that man, the one that she'd fallen for and given up so much for.
Alfred to Elizaveta was worth more than her life.
I love you would echo inside her mind as her last moments dragged on.