It was not supposed to be like this. Of all the times to fall in love they chose the worst possible time. They were from different worlds and thus their hearts ached all the more in their final meeting of their lives...their death.
She slowly turned her head towards him and achingly, slowly grasped his hand, squeezing it slowly. It seemed an eternity went by before she felt her own hand being squeezed in response.
Smiling, they breathed their last.
A/N: This is part of a prequel to Majin's Ragnacalibur. This is the first part, which recounts the final moments of Alain and Majin's death as they recall the love they had for each other, but a love doomed to tragedy nonetheless. The two avis in this entry are of course, Majin and Alain in wedding attire. Of course, I can't place them together sweatdrop
