Thick, heavy blood rained all around us for a couple of seconds, drenching us further, but it’s as if we didn’t even notice because our surroundings had all but faded into the background.
Much like before, it’s as if the world slows and stops and drains of color.
Until only us remains.
Only ever us.
Somehow, I didn’t have to look around to know that he had already killed everyone else. He had done yet again the impossible, fighting off an entire army, and succeeded.
Time and time again, I am reminded of why he was successful, when everyone else before him failed.
But he didn't even look victorious or proud. No, not with how he was looking at me.
Like I was the only one he wanted to look at.
It felt like we were under the pouring rain again, exhausted from fighting each other, from
