Capítulo 580: It was a good life, Sam

It wasn't even a decade yet since I first met my husband. Eight years wasn't the promised forever... that was not what I believed forever was. It was too short. In those eight years, we separated longer than we're together. That wasn't enough. I felt like we were still in the getting to know stage. 

I couldn't let him die... not before my eyes — especially not before my eyes. 

The hands of the clock trembled as it paused from clicking, freezing in time as I watched the dark glow appear on Maleficent's tip. My husband stayed still, watching that glow of judgment strike him. As I held my breath, our eight years of togetherness rewound before my eyes.