Death wasn't a fitting fate for this noble warrior. He deserves peace better than that. He saved not only his people, but other races as well. Interfering with his fate is the job of a weaver, but who am I talking about? Of course it's Zeratul.
Whoever said that "Love is Young" was right all along. There is no gender, no social status, no dimensions, no time..., infact, there are no boundaries for love. And this fanfiction is going to be a living proof of it.
If you think that the world around you is all rainbows and sunshine, then think again because 'they' shall make sure that 'they' are the last thing you see.