"I'll keep you safe," he'd said.
But now as I lay, alone on the ground, I knew he couldn't keep me safe, I knew he couldn't save me from this terrible fate. The blood was pouring too profusely from the wound, even as I pressed my hand against the hole in my side painfully and it seared sharply from the pressure. I knew that he couldn't be my hero.
With these thoughts in my head tears began to pour down my face and my last breath was drawn in roughly and shaking like bones in a coffin. My last word, which would hang in the air with sorrow and despair until he discovered the tragedy of my passing, was forced from my lips with a painful groan.
"Hikaru…"
