I flee the falling city of chaotic stupidity, dashing through the nearest portal. I come to realize I am now inside of Orgrimmar, and in front of me is a portal to the blasted lands. There is a chance I can head to the dark portal and stop this madness before it consumes us all.
As sweat and dread run down my fingertips, I long for the sweet moments, the peaceful bliss of happiness. I long for the sweet smell of her skin, my love, my days I live for you. The ominous green spiraling gases that come through the dark portal do their best to rip that hope of life from my mind. I know I cannot stop this darkness, but if I am right I can slow it.
Four years ago I met you, and now my love, I'd give my last bit of power to save you. The world or you and somehow I'd still choose you, but what life can we have, what love can we live if there is nowhere to live it?
So I find atonement in the act of destroying the portal. The only choice we have now. I am sorry, I wish I had noticed it sooner. I would have spent more time analyzing you, than analyzing a white rock.
The agony of wasted time drills into my skull, and I am bereft of any emotion greater than my passion to find you and spend our last moments together.
I miss you more by the moment, and yet we have no moments to spare, if there is a plane of existence we can survive, I will give up all my powers to save you-to save us.