"Hey, hey. Look at me," he choked out, a small smile resting on his lips despite the look of pain washing over his face every now and then.
I looked up from his wound that I kept pressing, trying to stop the bleeding. "No, shut up." I sobbed quietly. "you're not dying. You promised. You promised we'd be together." I shook my head repeatedly, not even bothering to wipe my tears.
Despite his efforts to calm me down, I kept on repeating the same thing, trying to comfort myself more than anything. But no matter how many times I repeated those words, they held no meaning compared to the sight that laid in front of me.
Slowly, his cold and shaky hand was on mine. He opened my hand that was balled in a fist, and placed something before closing it again. His breathing got louder, as if he was having more difficulty to do so. I couldn't stop crying. I knew I was powerless in this situation. I was nothing but a pawn in life's game of chess. I always knew this, but why did it hurt so much?
"Go," he whispered. I looked at him as if he'd grown two heads.
"what?" I whispered back. "no. no, I'm not leaving you."
"They're coming. They're going to kill you too" he looked at me sternly. "Please. Go home."
"I'm not leaving!" I yelled at him, suddenly having difficulty to breathe myself. But I was fine. I was not the one with two bullets deep in my chest. I was not the one lying with my own blood pooling around me.
"May we meet.." he inhaled deeply, looking up at the dark cloudy sky. "in another reality." and slowly, his eyes fluttered close.
And that was the last time I'd seen those familiar eyes. The ones that I hated but ended up falling for. The ones that made me feel things- that made me feel... home.
