Keith couldn't even recognize this newly made stranger standing before him. Was this really the man he loved? The man he'd promised to never hurt. When he'd said that he'd meant emotionally, not like this, not physically. Seemed that promise was bound to be broken. Keith smiled, slowly and painfully. Dying by his blade didn't sound too bad after all. He sighed, and thought that maybe, just maybe, his time was past, and it was time to let go. But faith had other plans for him, and none of those plans included him dying. Not today. ❪ published - 29.11.22 ❫ ❪ completed - tbd ❫ ❪ © minhosaur ❫