I was a heavy heart to carry

My beloved was weighed down

My arms around his neck

My fingers laced to crown

I was a heavy heart to carry

But he never let me down

And when he had me in his arms

My feet never touched the ground

By Florence and The Machine, Heavy in your arms.

'Are you alright? You're crying.' 'Of course I'm crying. Because of me you're carrying such a heavy weight…' 'C'mon, you're not that heavy.' 'You know what I mean, Peter.' Peter sighed at how easily his little joke had been dismissed. But it was true. The weight he felt pushing him down increased every second. He was already out of breath. He walked further, carrying his beloved through the river, but his legs couldn't hold on anymore.

'Peter! Are you alright?' Peter looked up into the sky blue eyes that were looking at him worriedly. Her eyes started tearing as she apologized. 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Because of me you're like this…' 'Stop apologizing, it's just that my legs gave in for a second, nothing serious.'

'Peter I beg of you; let me go.' '… What?' 'I'm very grateful that you've even done this much for me, but I don't want you to suffer like this! Just leave me behind and run! He's not after you, so you'll be alright!' 'Never.' 'Peter now's not the time to be stubborn…' 'I'm not being stubborn! I'm not doing this on a whim! I promised I'd keep you safe, and I will keep my promise!' 'Peter, you've already done so much for me, I'm happy to have been with you for all this time, but I can't bear to see you hurt yourself for me, please.'

'… Is that a request?' 'Yes.' 'Then no. I'll be selfish for once.' 'Peter…' 'I care more about you than I care about myself, and I would never forgive myself if I just left you behind. So please, let me do this.' Peter smiled, and his beloved couldn't help but smile too. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered a 'thank you' in his ear. 'You're welcome.'

'Are you alright?' Peter noticed his beloved had asked that question a lot of times already. 'No… but no need to worry. We've almost reached the forest, and I'm sure he won't be able to find us there.' He could feel the arms wrapped around his neck tighten, and the woman he was carrying was fighting back the tears. 'I'm sorry, it must hurt. But I'm sure we'll find a way to heal you, or at least slow down whatever's weakening you.'

Just as he said this, a black feather flew towards Peter, stabbing him in his leg. 'Aaargh!' He fell down. 'Peter!' He could feel her hands touch him, and it only motivated him more to protect her. 'I'm sorry. I don't like doing this, but I have to.' A voice said. 'Damnit, he caught up to us.' Peter looked up, angry at the man that was landing in front of him. If it wasn't for the black color, you'd almost think his wings were those of an angel. But he was definitely not one. A real angel would never try to break him and his beloved apart.

'Leave her alone.' The man with black wings looked at Peter, but he wasn't even considering his threat. 'I really wish I could, but that's no option.' 'Why are you doing this!? She has done nothing wrong!' 'Right back at you. Why are you protecting her like this? It's not like she has much time left anyways. It would be best if I just sealed her now and she wouldn't have to suffer.' 'I'll cure her! I'm sure if I try hard enough, she'll be fine!' The angel smirked, but his eyes weren't smiling. 'Are you even listening to yourself? There is no way to save her. The only choice she has is how to disappear.' 'You're lying!' 'Say what you like, but don't stand in my way.'

Peter was just about to protest, but he felt a soft touch on his arm. He turned around and saw his beloved sitting behind him, crying. 'You're hurt.' He understood she meant the wound on his leg. 'Don't worry about it; it's just a small wound. It'll heal before you even know it!' 'Don't count on it. My feathers are special, and their wounds don't heal that easily.' Peter glared at the angel, but the feeling of tears falling on his leg made him turn around.

'I don't want you to be hurt any more than this.' Peter saw his beloved look him in the eyes, and despite the tears rolling down her cheeks, she smiled bravely. 'At least you understand. In this case I'll seal back into the painting you came from.' 'That's fine by me, but I can neither walk nor fly anymore.' 'That'll be no problem.' As the angel said this, he walked over and picked up the woman. He could immediately feel the same weight press on him that had burdened Peter, but he was stronger. He spread his wings and flew away, carrying the woman in his arms.

'No!' Peter yelled, but he couldn't do anything. 'No… God, please don't let him take her away from me…' But if God wanted to do anything about it, why would an angel, one of his servants, be the one taking her away from him? No, he couldn't depend on God. He had to save her with his own hands. Save her… But hadn't he said she would only suffer more? '… If I can't safe her, then I'll at least be there for her.' With that Peter stood up, ignoring the burning pain in his leg, and started running in the direction the angel had flown.

'I'm here…' Peter huffed. He was standing in front of a large white building. He threw open the door and yelled at the top of his lungs: 'Wait right there, I'll come and find you!'

The sudden noise startled the angel. 'That guy… He's so persistent.' He mumbled. But it actually wasn't all that surprising. After all, he carried that girl so far, despite the strain it must have put on his body. The angel glanced at the woman sitting in front of him. She had her head turned to the only door in the room. She had also heard him. The angel looked at the large painting hanging right behind her. It was the painting of a man holding a woman, but the image of the woman was gone, and instead there was a large, white silhouette. 'Guess I'll have to hurry up.'

He was just about done with the sealing when Peter burst through the door. He didn't paid attention to the angel who was holding a feather, and neither to the glowing circle drawn on the ground. The only thing he had eyes for was his beloved. He sprinted to her, and wrapped his arms around her. '…!' The angel couldn't stop the sealing anymore, so all he could do was watch. 'Even if I can't save you, I still want to be together with you, no matter what.' Peter whispered.

When the sealing was done, Peter fell to the ground. The angel kneeled next to him and took his pulse. 'He's dead.' He stated. The angel looked at the painting. The woman was back where she belonged, but there was on detail that wasn't right. She had a small, white collar around her neck. That wasn't part of the painting, but probably a gift her lover had given her.

"Dark… Is this alright?" A 14 year old Daiki asked. 'Who knows? But would you want to try and take the collar away from her?' "… No." 'Then there's nothing much we can do about it.' As Dark said this, he walked over to the painting and lifted it from the wall. 'Guess we'll just have to put it in the basement and see what happens.'

40 Years later:

In small cave near the beach, hidden by many rocks, a woman opened her eyes. She sat up, and her eyes automatically moved towards the small opening in the cave where sunshine was shining through. A sad smile formed on her lips, as a single tear rolled down her cheek. 'Peter… Thank you.'