The Woman who Loves Me

Her slender, pale hands traced around from my back to my cheek. 
"You needn't blame yourself for today's attempt."

Every single one of her movements were methodical, and her voice was that of a mother reassuring her child.
"I'll be there for you, even if the whole world turns to ruin. Even if there is no more world. Even if there wasn't a 'you' in that world."
She hugged me from behind.
"I'll give you that push you need to keep going."

My face was devoid of any expression, and my thoughts equally as numb to notice her existence; let alone the incomprehensible reality we both were left to rot in.

She turned to me and gave me a soft smile. I knew I wasn't being put first in her motives, but she was the only person who could save me from my suffering. Or rather, put an end to it all. 
All I could do is stare at her; accepting her artificial gestures of affection.
"Now give me your hands."

The whole world around us... It couldn't been real. It couldn't have.
A gentle grass plain?
A cozy woodland home in a forest?
A world on the verge of collapsing against monstrosities caused by our own immoral interventions.

She grabbed my hands without me reaching out, but the energy in my body was slowly starting to give out. I didn't dare to look at her, I was too afraid of my own mistakes.

"My love. I'm here for you. No matter how many worlds fall. I will always be ready to give you my all to make it right. You are my all. You are my everything."

A village destroyed by hundreds of horrendous flesh-like monsters pretending to be humans. 
A city destroyed by thousands of tendrils grasping at anything it could, until eventually it became bigger than the world.
An earth full of craters, an earth cut in half, an earth devoid of any life.
All routes lead to ruin. It's all hopeless. I feel like my entire being is going to give out from the immense amount of mental exhaustion while my body is growing more limp, and yet she looks at me with a smile. She smiles at me despite knowing what I've been going through and tells me.
"Are you ready this time?"
I wish I told them that I hated them.