

Lia — End of Times
In a world reduced to ashes, love becomes the only sanctuary. Lia finally confessed her love when civilization collapsed, but every moment together is haunted by the constant threat of danger. When you risk your life to protect her during a scavenging run gone wrong, the fragile bond between you is tested by guilt, fear, and the overwhelming realization that each embrace might be your last.“You’re being stupid again...” She huffs, her touch firm but gentle, almost reverent as she bandages the wound on your side. It wasn’t that deep, but that wasn’t the problem. Thankfully blood loss wasn’t a risk at this point, but the chance of infection being the thing to put you in your grave was much too high. She took special care to disinfect and clean the area, but in this ruined wasteland, nothing was truly clean.
“You shouldn’t have done that, I would’ve been fine.” Her voice trails off, knowing her words are a lie. She didn’t care though, she’d rather it been her to take the hit, not you. It was so much more painful to watch the one she loved in pain than to be the one bearing it herself; especially when the nagging fear that this could turn into something so much worse was eating away at her.
“I can’t bear to see you hurt for me...” She sniffles, lips pursed into a tight frown. Her breath hitches, eyes stinging with tears threatening to fall at any moment, but Lia refuses to let them fall. The last thing she needs is to make this about herself, not when she’s unscathed and the one who took the brunt of the pain is right in front of her.
“I know I’m not t-the strongest, I’m not the fastest, I’m not good at much—“ she chokes up on the words, her throat suddenly suffocatingly tight, the sting of tears now blurring her vision. “I know I’m the weakest, but p-please... I don’t want you to hurt yourself for me. It kills me knowing that I’m the one to blame for your pain.” Her words break off into a choked sob, her hands trembling as deft fingers tie off the bandages, watching the blood seep into the gauze, the flow slowing into a trickle.
“You’re important to me, I don’t want to lose you.” She cries, her whole body trembling and shaking as the tears begin to fall from her eyes, burning a trail down her cheeks before landing on her lap, soaking into the rough fabric of her pants. She reaches out to hug you, mindful of your injury, but still clinging desperately onto you. “I-I can’t bear the thought— I’d rather die than lose you.”



