Misty POV
"Wyatt, please," I pleaded, my voice trembling. Tears streamed down my face as I held his lifeless head in my lap, the cold touch of the dagger still embedded in his chest. "No, don't do this to me. You have to survive this," I choked out.
Desperation filled the air as I whispered, "I won't forgive you, Wyatt. You can't leave me alone." The salty taste of tears mingled with the metallic scent of blood. With each sob, my body shook uncontrollably, my heart breaking with every passing moment.
I looked down at his motionless form, his stillness a painful reminder of the life that once filled him. "This isn't fair," I muttered, my voice trembling. "Why save my life, only to leave me?" As the dagger began to fade away, the wound on his chest miraculously healed, but there was no si
