Dying was stranger than he was expecting.
One minute he's in the middle of walking to his car, and the next minute, he was bleeding out on cold concrete in the middle of a empty street.
He felt the blood slowly stop pumping through his veins, he felt his last rattling breath, he felt his heart finally stop.
Thank god he was finally dead.
He made her wait long enough.
But dying was weird. There was no white light, no tunnel, no heaven or hell (he was especially thankful for not winding up there).
His eyes opened, and she smiled so brightly at him, that he felt blinded.
God, he missed her.
She looked exactly the same as she did when she died, and fuck, it had been nearly 30 years since that day but he never forgot her smile.
She took a step towards him, cupping his cheek in her hand. "You lived...so much longer than I thought you would, baby."
"I know. Fuck, I know. I'm so sorry I made you wait so long for me, Princess." He replies, voice raw as he grasps her hand in his.
He pulls her close, caging her in his arms and rests his forehead against hers.
"It's ok, baby. I told you I'd wait forever. I wasn't going anywhere without you." She whispers softly.
Just like she did when they were alive, she takes charge; her soft lips press against his, and after decades apart, he finally had her in his arms again.
He was Home.
They break apart, and she smiles. "We can go now, baby. Together. Are you ready?"
"Yeah, Princess. Let's go."
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The Empty in Your Eyes
RomanceSynopsis: it's everyone's favourite 'two lovers living a life of crime/found family' trope! Basically, these two characters are underground mercenaries that care about nothing but each other. Affectionately nicknamed: "A life story in 4 parts" beca...
