Goldrage

When life has spent its last breath and death is waiting its turn, how is one supposed to survive? When you watch the person you love slip away, when your hands shake and your arms aren’t strong enough to pull him back, how do you keep fighting? When salvation rests on your shoulders alone. When every heartbeat feels borrowed and every breath is a battle…
Will your heart stop beating before you save his?
Everything I’ve ever loved hangs by a thread. But I’ve learned what I’m truly made of.
Some fights are worth dying for.
Some loves are worth living for.