Possible RP ideas for my char (Char = Character) and other char's in my group RP

Char: Dani/Drake/Ban | Idea/Route 11 | POV: Dani

I screamed as I saw the sword plunge into Drake's back, his body collapsing to the ground.

No.

Nononono.

This isn't happening.

This can't be happening.

I rushed over to him, his sister lost in a coma, while his brother now dead. 

The second I reached him, I dropped to my knees, attempting to help in any way possible.

I knew it was futile.

I knew what sword that was.

I knew he wasn't going to make it.

But I had to try.

I had to.

"D-Drake, sweetheart, stay with me, alright? You're going to be okay, just keep your eyes open."

His glassy eyes looked up at my direction, and my breath was once again lost.

Those beautiful grey eyes I fell in love with.

Those eyes I stared into as I told him I loved them.

Those eyes full of memories, bright despite his past, and his disability.

All you had to do was look.

Those eyes...

They were fading.

He was fading.

Reality began to crash upon me as I cradled him to my body as best as I could. 

"N-No... Please, stay with me. Don't leave me. You can't leave me. Remember what we envisioned? Remember all we said we'd do? That can't die. You can't die." I felt a sob choke my words, my body arching over his. I knew he could feel my tears dripping down against his face.

"D-Don't leave me, Drake..." I whispered for only him to hear. My eyes were shut tight, the tears flowing evermore to drip down to his fading light.

I felt a shift, and a shaking hand placed against my cheek.

My eyes snapped open, my gaze immediately snapping to his face.

"H-Hey," his voice was rough and I could hear how much he was fighting back from crying out in pain, "don't cry, love. I-I'm alright."

His words only made my tears flow even more, my hand gently gripping his that was against my cheek.

"Don't leave me." I choked out helplessly.

He was dying.

The man I fell in love with is dying.

I was going to lose him.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

"I have to." He smiled sadly, his thumb twitching, as if trying to caress my cheek.

"Stay strong for me, alright?"

Before I could respond, he convulsed before coughing up blood. 

Another reminder that he was dying.

"I-I can't. I can't. I can't-" He moved his hand to the back of my head, slowly bringing me down to him.

I felt his lips, which were slowly growing cold, gently placed against mine. 

"I know you can."

It was barely a whisper.

Barely an anything.

And then his hand fell from the back of my head.

His breathing went still.

And his body went limp.

I gently cradled his lifeless body to my chest, my body shaking in absolute grief. I could feel my soul being torn out of me, my heart ripped in two, and my mind scattered and broken.

I threw my head back and screamed in anguish, sobs eventually choking out the noises.

I was now alone in this world.

He was no longer in it.

He was gone.

Ripped away from me.

And now I had to deal with that.

Alone.