Will it be a good bye forever?
Y/N didn't want to accept it she/he/them looked at konig, "but I want it to be you.." Konig looked to her/him/them gently tracing her/his/they cheek "I know I'm sorry" Y/N shook her/his/they head "but I wanted it to be you"
Bad ending:
Y/N hated the idea that she/he/them could lose *him* Y/N walked slowly trough the hallways waiting for the message if he made it or not when a few soldiers walked in she/he/them looked around for those blue eyes and the tall frame when somone walked up to them holding a letter to her/him/them Y/N's pupils went small she/he/them slowly took the letter hands shaking "N-no.." When opening the letter the first think that Y/N's attention got was the in dry blood covered identification tag Y/N's eyes filled whit tears she/he/them took two then three shaky steps forwards holding the identifications tag tightly in her/his/they hand when running outside it felt like a part of Y/N broke seeing the tall figure leying covered in a white cloth on the ground whit other she/him/they slowly walked closer before sitting down and pulling it back she/he/they gasped whit more tears few turning blurry at the sights of they king she/he/them leaned down resting her/his/they head on his chest subbing "please..don't just leav me like that King.." Y/N wispered. Its been 2 weeks Y/N held a bouquet of red tulips in her/his/they arms konigs identification tag around her/his/they neck letting no one touch it she/he/them leyed the flowers down taking a sit next to the grave lehning on the grave Stone whispering "I miss you so much King..I hope you rest in peace" She/he/they were having tears leaking down they cheeks again standing up she/he/they turned and walked off she/he/they wasn't sure how to continue going whithout him wishing it was her/him/them in the place of konig. Y/N looked down, visiting the grave every single day telling konig storys and how much she/he/they missed him every day she/him/they brought him red tulpies. Why? Cause of the red braclet resting on the crave stone, she/he/them traced it gently.
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