"If one of us dies, I hope I die first."
Her bittersweet laughter tickled my ears. I giggled along. I didn't know that it was actually going to happen.
With a sword through her heart and a bullet in my head, who knows who'll die first.
"I hope I die first."
I laughed airily at its irony. I slowly leaned into her. The warmth was slowly slipping away. It doesn't matter anyway. We're together and that's what matters.
"Please don't leave me. Please." She whispered into my hair. A dreamy smile spread across my face. Warm tears trailed across my face. I pressed a palm on her cheek. She laughed her bittersweet giggle and leaned into my hand a bit more.
"Hehe...I'll die first"
"No fair."
"..."
I felt a vague presence on my head. It was warm and happy. Specs of warmth flecked across my face. My vision blurred.
"Nessa?"
'Yes?' I wanted to answer. But I was too tired to open my mouth.
"Nessa please. Stop this isn't fair. I told you I'd die first right?"
A rough cough pierced her exhausted laugh.
Somehow I found the energy to talk.
"I don't wanna live without you..."
My voice was raspy as quiet whimpers echoed in my head.
The whimpers turned to wails as they slowly faded.
I will be your love forever.
Because I died first.
