Third Person POV
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow through the warehouse's grimy windows, Aiden and Artemis stood in silence, the weight of their grief palpable. The stark reality of Daymon's death hung heavily between them, but in that moment, they both understood that they needed to lean on each other to navigate the storm of emotions swirling within.
Artemis broke the silence, her voice trembling. "I can't believe he's gone, Aiden. Daymon was everything to me." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she recalled their shared laughter and dreams. Aiden felt his heart ache for her; he too was grappling with the loss of his friend.
"I know," he replied softly, stepping closer to her. "He was my brother in arms. We fought together, and now… now it feels like a part of me is missing." They exchanged a look filled with understanding, their pain intertwining like vines.