All The Endings

The first

He had asked her the day they met if she had a favorite song. She answered with a frown upon her forehead in critical thinking, as it was an important decision. 

"I don't know, actually. I have a lot of songs that I love, I can't just pick one," she said quietly.

"That's understandable."

And now, with gunfire in the air and red trickling out of her side, she laid clutched on to the grass, awaiting his arrival. Every moment she hanged on implicit more pain onto her body while worry took charge on her mind. There was definitely an easier way to go through what she knew was inevitable but, stubborn as she was, she refused to leave him wondering.

When he arrived to her side, instant rivers stormed out of his eyes. He was quickly became annoyed at how much he had to wipe his eyes. He yelled for help but his voice betrayed him, instantly let out an incomprehensible, animalistic cry. She held tapped his arm weakly.

"You."

"Hm? It's okay, you're gonna be okay, it's okay, you're okay."

"You're my favorite song." 

He watched as her soul drained from her eyes. Her arm dropped. Her body fully relaxed into his as he sat on his knees, tears falling onto her cheeks. He found himself confused, unable to move for a couple moments until his heart finally settled, then dropped.