Conan

You wake up in Conan's arms, feeling dizzy and nauseous. Before the thought of throwing up enters your mind, Conan tilts your head up to look at him I'm so glad you're okay... He gently kisses your forehead and squeezes you tightly, a tear rolling down his cheek I love you, and I always will, alright? He takes off his bracelet and puts it onto your wrist before kissing you one last time and turning towards a large demon with a smile on his face I hope you'll remember me...