I couldn't help but stare sadly across the room at the man I used to love. I had known from the very beginning that there was something wrong about him but still I had pushed those doubts aside because of my feelings. And now my trust was being betrayed and my heart was being torn apart. I felt like I couldn't fight him but even though my mind was screaming murder my body was in auto pilot. It wasn't long before he was defeated and was lying on the ground, body torn and bloody.
"Why…? Just, why…?" I walked over to him, sabre slipping from my bloody grasp. I knelt by his side and cradled his head in my lap. "Why?"
"I… needed… to… know…" His life slipped away before he could finish the statement and I felt the hot tears slide down my face. Why were the people that I cared about always dying?
"Dragoon…"