They were drastically overwhelmed. Who would have thought that they would end up in this situation? They had been ambushed and were now fighting for their lives. Not that it was unusual for them to do so, but not in this manner.

She had long since run out of magical power. She most likely couldn't even keep Plue's gate open for longer than a few moments if she were to try. But on he kept fighting. Sticking close to her exhausted body as to keep her safe from the attackers.

He, the boy with the hair like camellia blossoms. The boy with the strong arms, and odd personality. Who always wore a grey scarf around his neck no matter how hot it was outside. Who had saved her time an time again when she could no longer go on. Who she had also saved many a time when he had used all he had.

She out of anyone knew the immense power this boy held, but tapping into it was difficult, and even with it the numbers and strength of these foes would be nearly impossible to beat. But on he kept fighting.

The enemies were closing in on them both and she had no idea how much time they had left before he could no longer hold them back and they would be overtaken by their weapons and spells.

There was no hope for them without help arriving, and it was unlikely that anyone would think to come looking for them when they didn't show up at the guild hall that afternoon as planned.

So as the time on the clock ticked by and slowly the borders were collapsing in on them, he finally began to falter. He knew this was the end and there was nothing he could do no matter how hard he tried. And although he could possibly safe himself with the small amount of magic he had left, he couldn't seem to leave the blonde haired girl behind.

So as he finally threw in the metaphorical towel, he crouched down to the girl, pulling her closer than ever before. He crushed her in his embrace, allowing his emotions to finally show.

He could not save her, this girl that he loved oh so deeply, but yet he had always been too chicken to say that out loud, let alone to her own face.

"They'll be waiting for us won't they?" She whispers into his chest, which is slowly starting to dampen as the little time they have left passes.

"They'll come looking for us soon right?"

"I'm sure they already are right now." He replies, tears beginning to seep from his own eyes, falling into her beautiful golden locks.

"I love you." She admits, tears beginning to gush rapidly from her eyes.

"I love you too." He chokes back, hiccups crackling into his voice, and matching her rivers with his own. "Now hush, We're going to be alright.

We'll make it through this, I promise."

However, promises are made to be broken.