"!?! Stop!!?"
"I don’t want to."
"S-stop it Ewelina... Please..."
Halting his motion once more as the edge was pointed at him so he would stay placed Aslak, stuttered afraid of the red leaving her easily. Clenching his everything as the woman’s insane sorrow was capable of unimaginable actions.
".... I want to die, Archduke." — Watching how smoothly the red flowed from the cut, Ewelina sighed breathlessly as if under common exhaustion. Ensimismated on the thick stream staining her limb, dress and ground, resounding loudly in the eyes of the spouses.
"D-don’t say that..." — Scared of moving, Aslak begged with fright in his sound. Ignorant of what to do so the woman would cease harming herself that also hurt him the more Ewelina’s eyes beca void of life.
"... I want to die and never co back to this world... I’ve never ended my life before... the idea never crossed my mind until I was told this is the last... I’m sure that if I do it..... It will be because of this that there won’t be a next."
The tears that fell indiscriminately from a nonchalant wife were nacing to fall from the man too as more red ca out from her limb, soaking her garnts rcilessly darker.
Terror was felt as the coldest and numbest in Aslak’s chest the more he understood how broken his wife had beco because of his selfish doings... And after she muttered such frightening ideas...
“..... How I hope there won’t be a next life.”
Completely empty of care, Ewelina moved the heavy axe with a loneso smile, desiring for an end to be t green her finally from her neverending suffering.
The man she had ultimately found in her last life... that one she loved truly and the deepest... had betrayed her devoted soul destroying the dream that brought her to his side by the will of the earth.
’No more...’
The birth of a child was now impossible... loving him... was now the greatest suffering her soul could experience.
Her mind went blank and her spirit exhausted by the pain... for at so point in the life she led as Ewelina, the soul had believed that even if unable to bear his children... Aslak’s sincere affection would suffice for the soul to continue living by his side.
‘... There’s none... no love in him...’ — Ewelina’s heart conceived from his actions. — ‘I was... mistaken... over and over... never was I to be happy in this world...’
Feeling the weight of the axe being lifted to her own neck, her expression was the embodint of regretful hope and conflicting resignnt.
The streams of tears had turned natural in her cheeks as if part of the woman’s sad essence, while the only warmth she could feel in her being was that of her burning blood that evolved quickly into a cold river travelling her wrist after little ti.
Ready to end her life, nothing could be thought of but the end... and yet her eyes opened to peek one last ti at the man who had broken her everything. Feeling nothing as she saw tears in the savage that sentenced Ewelina’s long existence to unending misery.
The et of their eyes woke the man from the nightmare his soul was experiencing before a devastated Ewelina.
An overwhelming, hellish void had opened in both lungs. Gruesoly vast and abysmal that in this situation was only expanding to conquer both of their reasoning. However, even for a mont in the ready eyes of the wife... he saw the softness of her adored character, reminding him that the current nightmare had to be stopped so his life would not beco the very flas the earth keeps in its core for the cruelly rooted.
Instinct made him ignore her continuous warning to stay away, aware that this ti another would not co... for even as her figure trembled, Ewelina’s essence was certain of its wish for death.
The strength easily took the axe from her hand that could not go against his firm pull while in bewildered weakness, taking the wife in his hold to restrict the woman from going to retrieve the thrown weapon.
“?!! NO!!”
“!? Calm down! Stop!”
“No!! Let go! Don’t touch !!! NO!!” — Fighting against him her fists hit the man nonstop in helplessness as his force would not allow her to reach the axe. — “Let die!...kh... I want to die!!”
“!!... Don’t say that!! Why are you saying that!!”
"Let go!! Let GO!!! Let die..!"
"Stop it!! Please stop! Why!? Why are you saying that!?"
The weak punches he kept receiving as she yelled heartbroken made him yell back without his usual force... feeling as weak as her energy. Causing the woman to lift her head to look him in the eye while drowning in sorrowful cries after resigning herself to his restriction, frowning as her emptiness spoke.
“... I despise you.”
“...”
“Your lies, your face, I despise having to be with you after this!!”
“... Ewelina-”
“How could you do this?! Why?! I- I thought-... kh!” — Feeling faint the more her rage and sadness spoke, Ewelina started hitting him once again even after his grasp had loosened from shock at her spout. — “Cursed be your soul!! I despise having t you!! You-!! You... ngh!”
“Enough! Please... please stop saying that...!” — Holding her by the wrist in blood, squeezing it concerned of the flood, Aslak’s pained expression and croaky sound begged. Provoking more suffering in her heart and soul for she could see his hurting even as the woman’s energy was fading.
“... *plaff* Inhumane barbarian.”
“...”
“I... *plaff**punch*...I despise...you...”
“?!... Ewelina?” — Taking the woman imdiately as she slowly fainted, Aslak’s shade turned blue from her paler and ill deanour. Falling along her to try waking the fainting wife, confused and desperate at what to do. — "Ewelina?! Don’t faint!"
"..."
"Fatædi!... OI!!!! BRING A PHYSICIAN!!!!" — Watching how the broken Ewelina was unresponsive, his roar resounded strongly, shaking her figure along the chambers while summoning the help she needed. Squeezing the wife’s wrist with frightened force to stop the unending bleeding. Feeling the race of his heart beco deathly and suffocating in grief as he roared for help.
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