Blood. Organs. Lost limbs. Cries of agony. Screams for help.
All of those feel so distant to me right now.
Like they were above the surface, while I was deep inside an ocean.
I stretched my arms, reaching for the young man in front of me.
"M-marcus..."
I sobbed while calling out for him.
The young man had spiky hair that reminded one of several swords, it was black and white. His eyes were closed, but I couldn't help but think of his normally green eyes.
This man was the most important factor in my life.
I felt at home when he was with me.
I felt that crying in front of him was not embarrassing but comforting.
His arms were my safest haven.
I loved him. No. I still do.
This man had stood in front of me even though he was weaker than me. It had been one of the rare moments where the world could see the full extent of his strength.
However, it was not enough.
"Ayaz!! Wake up! We need to keep moving!"
Someone called out my name.
This man was Liam, the Hero and the strongest force the human forces possessed.
Their last hope.
"Liam... Marcus... he..." I said amidst sobs.
"I'm sorry, Ayaz. If I had arrived earlier..."
"Don't blame yourself, Liam . . . You were fighting three of the Great Demon Generals... I can't blame you for my own weakness."
This man had defeated their opponent in an instant. A few dodges, a few blocks, a few attacks, and his enemy was dead.
If I were that strong...
I let my thoughts drift away as I cleaned the face of my loved one with a handkerchief.
The handkerchief had quite the story. It had been given to me during an academy expedition to a dungeon. It was our first time, and I was so disgusted because of the monster's blood.
'You can keep it. I haven't used it yet, so you do not have to worry about that, and I don't want to sound weird by asking back a handkerchief you used. Hahahaha!'
The handkerchief was quite expensive, so I kept it as a matter of politeness, but as my feelings started shifting towards him, it became a sort of reminder of one of our first encounters.
'You are still keeping that handkerchief? I don't know what to say, Ayza.'
His expression was quite fun when he saw me using it a few years later.
I then felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning my head, I saw a friend of mine.
"Alicia..."
"I can't fight for now. I will only be a burden for you. I will bury him somewhere safe."
"Thank you, Alicia."
"Don't thank me, Ayza. He was important to me as well."
Alicia was a member of royalty. The princess of the human realm, and she was Marcus' fiancée. Although Marcus was basically dragged to the engagement by her and her family, still, they were quite close.
"I'll leave him to you."
"Yes."
Both of us seemed quite messed up. I had already cried enough, and she seemed to be about to.
But, after denial came anger, it was about time to destroy the son of a bitch that brought such ruin to her life.
That's how I walked to my death.
But refusing to die without seeing him once more has made a miracle possible.
"What are you staring at, Aiza?"
"Nothing, it just seemed like I didn't see you for a long time, Daphne."
I was now looking at my dead sister, Daphne Frost, five years before my death.