Raviel Ivansia leaned in, bringing the man closer to death and carving her eternal scar into him. The man groaned and writhed in pain as her rapier dug deeper and deeper into his heart. His screams tore through the air, but no one was around to hear them.0

I don’t want to kill him. Raviel bit her lip. I don’t want to lose him.0

Going against her wishes, she pushed the rapier even deeper. She felt every moment vividly. First, she split his chest open. Reaching deeper into his flesh, she then pierced his heart, unleashing an endless stream of blood. All of it scarred her.3

More. Deeper. She engraved every moment in her heart so that the man she loved could see this trauma.0

When he was about to vomit blood, Raviel stole his lips to avoid losing even a single drop of his warmth. His sticky, bloody breath traveled from his heart into her mouth. 0

The dying man turned pale, and his quivers grew weaker. Finally, his breaths faded away. Through it all, Raviel didn’t blink. Even though every moment pained her, she didn’t want to miss any of them.0

She wanted to scream at the world. What if this moment wasn’t engraved as...0