It’s as if a weight was lifted off his chest. The little interaction he had made him feel comfortable for the first time in a while.

And so, he met her day after day. Even the little small talk that they had most of the time felt relieving to him. He no longer saw the black mist that would normally surround him.

On the other side, she grew fond of him as well. She found the way he acts cute. The way he always helped her, the way he spoke to her, all appealing.

Even though they grew closer, they never told each other their names…or was it for the best?

…

And another day starts. Saturday, the day for rest.

At this time last week he was in his office, working and living with no purpose. In just a week he found a light that would put him in a sound sleep, one that would protect him from the restless nights.

…

As he was walking, he noticed something strange. An odd gathering of people in the middle of the street. They formed somewhat of a circle around something. They all looked displeased with what was going on, yet none of them seemed to budge an inch.

He rushed over to see what was going on…

The first thing he saw was:

“What? The goddess? What is she doing here?”

Like a punch to the stomach was the next thing he saw. What was presumably a thief, armed with a knife. He was at a reasonable distance from her but seemed to be demanding something.

What are you doing?

Go help the mistress in distress!

Or regret it

for the rest of your

pitiful life.

He started to tremble as a sudden rush of adrenaline was released into his bloodstream.

He went through the crowd, however as he was doing so, the thief was drawing closer to her, potentially threatening a strike.

He was close, very close. Was it going to be enough?

The thief’s hand started moving. He was about to strike.

“NO!”-he shouted, getting in front of the goddess.

And he felt it. It felt like an incredibly hard punch to his belly and he thought that that was what it was. Well…he was in for a surprise.

His knees shivered in weakness, and he coughed up blood. He felt nauseous and when he looked down, he felt as if he was about to throw up.

His vision got darker and the world started fading away.

He was stabbed…

“Was this it? No…not like this!”

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Every second here is crucial.

Everyone in the vast crowd was surprised and they were all too shocked to go and help.

The last thing one should do in such a situation is pull out the knife that is the only thing preventing them from bleeding to death.

But the villain started to make a move.

At this point he saw everything go into slow motion. His mind was overstimulated and working hard to help him escape this situation.

And it went darker…

And darker…

But then:

“NO!”

A scream woke him up.

Through tremendous pain he powered. He grabbed the knife and pulled in out of his body, puking blood in the process. Bright red blood started pouring from him.

In a split second he flipped the knife and turned it on the attacker, stabbing him straight through the heart.

This would seem to be the last of his power as he dropped down on the cold hard ground.

He choked on his blood and soon went unconscious.

…

Everyone panicked. Emergency services were called and they thankfully arrived in little to no time because the event happened very close to a hospital.

All the while the goddess was crying and pressing on his wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding.

…

“Bandage the wound and apply pressure. Get him to the ER as soon as possible, he doesn’t have much time left.”

Said a doctor who carried him into the ambulance which speeded away, heading towards the hospital.

…

“Stabilize him! Stitch up the wound!”

“We’re losing him, pump more blood!”

And there it was-death, just a step away. Would he take that step or would he fight on? What was there to gain from fighting the seemingly inevitable?

One would not expect to survive after being brutally stabbed, much less when the knife was forced out, although he seemed to be struggling to cling onto whatever small chance of life there was.

And after a while, he was thankfully stabilized and the blood loss had go to a much more reasonable level, as if any blood loss is even reasonable at all.

…

Ear shattering thunder struck the Earth that night. Heavy rain was pouring onto the crowded streets, soaking the hordes of people passing by. A grim night for a grim moment.

The wind whistled out, calling out to everyone in their homes.

“He still hasn’t woken up…”

Standing beside his hospital bed was the young lady whom he put his life in danger for. Sadly sobbing she squished the bouquet of flowers she was holding firmly in the palm of her right hand while grasping his hand with her left.

The setting was nothing short of utterly saddening. He just wouldn’t wake up.

“They said he was in a coma. I know he can get through it. Hell, he pulled a knife out of his abdomen without flinching.”

While saying this she noticed some documents on the cabinet to his left. She didn’t think much of it at first, however her curiosity got the best of her and she decided to take a peek at them.

“Come to think of it…I don’t even know his name. He’s been talking to me so much for the past week but we’ve never even mentioned our names. That’s kind of strange to be honest. ”

After shuffling through the pile of documents she stumbled across his medical history.

“Medical history of Von Fortitudous, that’s a strange but awfully cool name, I guess. Now then, let’s see…”

; Patient (14) has suffered a car crash and has serious head trauma;

; Patient (Von Fortitudous) is exhibiting symptoms of paranoia, likely cause-aforementioned head trauma;

; Memory loss observed in patient, little to no ability to recall events prior to head trauma;

; Von Fortitudous’ schizophrenia tests are positive, suffering from severe case, will be put on Asenapine;

“He was going through all that…?”

As noted previously, Von wasn’t acting the way he usually would with the goddess as he felt a lot more comfortable when he was with her, and so, she didn’t notice anything unusual about his behavior other than his rather odd friendliness towards her. She could never have suspected him of having such serious mental problems, the biggest thing that was obvious from the start was his social anxiety, however that pales when compared with his actual problems.

…

And day by day she would visit him, rain or shine.

A week had passed, still no sign of his conscience coming back to front.

In those days, she became more and more attached to him, not losing the hope of him ever coming back.

Another week passed…and another, and another.

Her anxiety rose, the fear of never getting him back overwhelmed her and so she started crying.

It was fear,

It was rough,

What was near

Was undying love.

“You may be no one for all

But you are all for me

Summer, spring, winter, Fall

I shall pledge undying love to thee.

When I see the leaves fall and meet the ground

From my mirror beside my shelf,

Oh, if I don't see you anywhere around

I would not bare to live myself.

Until the buildings are enveloped by vines

And until my hair grows down past my heels

Until the words erode from all signs

I will wait, know how it feels.

Know you are important to me

And I will treasure

The moment you are free

To even see you blink would be my pleasure.

To feel your heart beat

And hear your breath

Would make my life complete

And I could die a happy death”