The heavy pants and breaths as the onyx eyes glare the being infront of her.
Darkness.
Her grasp onto her silver weapon makes her knuckles white.
Abyss.
It roars, shattering the earth beneath her.
Loneliness.
Holding her breath she moves.
"Stop it!"
A desperate voice calls her.
"Stop…"
Another weakened voice.
"Not…again…"
Three voices.
Enough.
I know I am not fit to be the hero in this story. If anything, it is impossible for me to win against it.
But…
All I want it them to smile for another day.
They have done so much for me that I am not sure if I am doing enough.
Would this be enough to repay the bloody debts I have accumulated?
Would my life be enough to keep these three precious lives continues to beat?
Would this be the end of the story?
My other wish is a miracle.
A miracle to save them.
My precious hearts.