We should have jumped back in time when we had a chance, I should have stopped you from going to war, I keep telling myself everytime.
My heart sunk the moment you stepped on the battlefield covered in blood of your enemies, with arrows flying from all angles, the screams of pain, sounds of knives and death, with each cut on your flesh I died a thousand times. The memories are still fresh and the only evidence I have of you is this broken heart.
how much lower do I have to go to heal from the pain of losing you even though you never existed.
