I opened my eyes, weak, unable to move, once again I met with his eyes. His hair a mess, wet, and rugged, his eyes almost the color of the sky forming dark clouds, his cries weak but deafening, if only I could move and wipe all his troubles away.
Blood. I felt blood fell on my cheek, looking at it, immediately, Mikhail wiped it away. He was bleeding, his forehead has deep rather short wound, if only I could wipe it away but I couldn't even move a finger.
I looked up at him, Mikhail in frantic, I felt his arms wrapped around me, carrying me; I can feel droplets of water beading and falling from his hair.
"Raine, please, stay awake. I'm sorry," he cried over and over again.
It wasn't long before his cries turned into an echo on repeat. Soon tears were welling more in his eyes only to fall at me, every year and every drop. I couldn't look, I couldn't even get myself to watch him like this, because of me.
"Please, fight for me. Fight for us."
I want to cry but there were no tears, however everything inside of me is in chaos. He is my strength and all my weaknesses. In him I found a piece of me, I didn't even realized missing.
Seeing him in this state, because of me, it makes me furious at myself. How come my body is numb but my heart is at pain.
I want to wipe his tears, whisper to his ears that it's not his fault. But my body is to weak, unable to speak, I could only wish my heart can comfort him and speak to him instead.
"I'm sorry, Raine. I came late, I'm sorry."
Turning at him with a weak smile, I gave him a nod, letting a big sigh and before closing my eyes, I could only hope that those eyes will soon regain their color. I can't bare to look at it flushed, in gray, crying because of me.
"Mikhail..."
