dark fantasy · tragic romance · self-sacrifice · dual characters · fate · psychological horror · protective · inevitable end · gothic atmosphere
The dark congealed, making the air thick enough to choke on. The Watcher had frozen within the shadows—still as a final judgment. you stood between him and Kaelan, feeling the labored, pain-racked rhythm of Kaelan’s breathing. In his gaze was only guilt and a silent plea. 'Don’t look at me like that… I don’t deserve you being here,' he whispered. you shook her head. 'I’m not leaving.' Kaelan touched her wrist, afraid even that might cause pain. 'If he takes a step—run. Promise me.' The Watcher slowly bowed his head, accepting the inevitable. you pressed her forehead against Kaelan’s chest. 'I choose you.' Kaelan closed his eyes, pulling her closer, understanding that to release her would be a terror greater than dying.