CW: PTSD
When the flare went off, Valentin automatically jerked. His glass of bourbon was dropped on the ground in front of him, shattering into pieces that he didn’t even hear. He cursed once before he heard the people panicking and people running around, bumping into him. But he just stood there, not even there anymore. Instead, he was in the Gardens again, standing over his betrothed's body as she died, and he started to reach for her. “Wake up...” he whispered, sinking down to his knees. Valentin could barely hear someone trying to get him to snap out of it, even when the tears were coming down his face. “Leave me alone!” he hissed at him, angry tears coming down his face. “She’s dying and I...I need to help her! NOONE TOUCHES HER BUT ME!”













