It's there. His touch on my shoulder. Never failing me. Standing by my side even when death seems to be inevitable.
"Until my last breath," he whispers into my ear, and I close my eyes for a moment, refusing to watch the sea of people in front of us. People, who are willing to die to destroy the evil forces that are threatening us.
I place my hand on his, focusing only on his skin below mine. I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, trying to enjoy our last moment of peace before the world crumbles.
I open my eyes, taking a deep breath as I try my best to be brave. The rising sun is just drawing a red line onto the sky. They're coming.