“I love you,” he whispered into her ear. “It’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

Her head was bowed as he embraced her from behind. There was a beat – a pause – before she nodded her head and lifted her hardened gaze; brows furrowed with determination and understanding.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

In their world, they were all that mattered.

Just her. Just him. The two of them.

Only the two of them – always the both of them – together. Always.

She was tired of fighting anyway. They both were. Being made to fight against each other exhausted them. There was no more will, no more obligation to continue fighting. They’ve realized they don’t have to keep fighting. They can end it. They can end it and be together.

Hopefully, after their passing, their families would grow to understand and end their silly feud.

She lifted her head to the sky, watching as the rain fell relentlessly. She was ready.

And so when the pain came, when he stabbed the sword through her abdomen, she took it. There was a pained gasp as the blade protruded from her back, and another gasp that wasn’t hers, but his, and they were gripping each other’s hands painfully tight…

They crumbled to the ground, his body cradling hers from behind. There was warmth even in the rain as they faded away from existence; warmth and hope; a sense of contentedness that they could only ever feel in each other’s arms.

Their lids fluttered close and their hearts stopped beating.

The rain continued to fall, washing their blood away.