"'An ordinary day!', they said. But M-A-Aria knew that wasn't true, Champ's condtion was growing worse by the minute. It was once so bad that he could feel his neck. "Aria! I don't have much time. I want to fight, for you... But... You know how bad my 'pyrophobia' is." He stated, scared to even breathe, knowing that even the slightest movement could make things worse.
Aria took Champ's hand, holding it gently. "You know I wouldn't let you slip." Aria spoke, her words soft. "And if I did, you would still be there, right?" Champ chuckled slightly. For a second, his eyes blured, stirring the image of Aria's face into a monster from a child's dream.
"I... I would always be there. Love me through the soil, love me beyond the sky, Aria. Keep your pack close." Champ replied, a puddle of fatigue splashing over him."
"What does he mean by pack?" Questioned Xelly.
"Shut up!" She giggled. "Anyways,
Champ grew tired and tried to sleep but the pain engulfed him. He realised that Death was at his doorstep. He didn't want to leave his love behind.
"I'll miss you love. Name him August, for me. I'm afraid. Afraid for us, for him.""
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Fighting Fire With Fists
RomanceI was a man who believed in equality. I was a man who could fight. That's all changed. I am a nobody now. They tell you to 'Fight Fire With Fire'. But it burns. It causes a forest fire. It causes agony and pain. It causes your life to go up in flame...
