All is Fair in Love and War (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 66

~~~~~~Alastors pov (ooooo)~~~~~~

Voices around me continued to fade in and out of focus.

All of them familiar, but some were missing... It's strange.

One moment I'm staring at the ceiling of the office I was injured in, I blinked, and now I'm staring at the charcoal gray ceiling of what seems to be a car.

As I take notice of the change in walls that enclose me, I begin to wonder which one will be my coffin.

It feels as though we're moving, however I wasn't entirely sure as a moment ago my world began to spin and blur. As I try and focus my gaze I'm able to see out the window, and I see the tops of telephone poles and roofs of large buildings whizz by at incredible speeds. Trying to piece together my broken fragments of thought, I gather Y/n's friend had arrived and I was being escorted off to seek medical attention. My world is scattered... Messy, in pieces like confetti.

My eyes burn as I struggle to keep them open, the type of burn one would feel after a long night of no sleep. I blink again and my gaze pans over to my lover. What a work of art she is, even in her distress. My love sits with me, she refuses to leave my side. My heart swells with such bittersweet joy at the gesture, she truly is a sweetheart. None could ever hold a candle to her. She is forever my one and only. As her face nuzzled my shoulder, I can feel her quiet sobs. Her tears that rain upon my skin, warm and somehow comforting as they graze my neck. Her chest heaves gently against me as she gasps and cries. Her hair was tussled from the previous fight, now cascading down her back and shoulders like messy black rivers.

Mon ange. Mon amour. What a tragedy this is to see my sweetheart so miserable, so desperate on my behalf.

I'm trying my hardest to stay.

To fight.

To win this battle against my own mortality. For her, for our child, for my mother... Though I have no doubt in my mind they're strong enough to go without me, I cannot bare the thought of their grief. Even if I'm no longer sentient to witness it. Their pain is mine, I don't want to let them down... To break their hearts is a fate worse than damnation itself. That look in Y/n's eyes some moments ago solidified that, mon cheri, I swore to protect her heart, and I don't want to shatter it by leaving her...

But the fleeting of my lucidity makes it increasingly challenging. I feel weak, pathetic, vulnerable and... cold... So very cold...

Despite my best efforts, I'd be lying if I said I was ignorant to the fact that my senses have begun to slip from my fingertips. Noise has become dull, a muffled hum as I hear my friends and loved ones frantically communicate. My vision is fuzzy. Like an aura of black framing my eye-site like a blurred picture frame.  I reassured Y/n of my love for her because I couldn't bare the thought of her going on without that last bit of closure- in the event that my black heart cease it's beating.

I just pray I don't take my last breath in her arms, she doesn't need that sort of trauma.

I thanked the lord above, for granting me this blessing despite my sins; for allowing me to meet this belle, for granting me the ability to fall in love and enjoy it to the fullest, and to reunite with my mother and gain some closure.

And for the first time in my existence I prayed for a favor. To make it through this. To see my Y/n walk down the aisle at our wedding. To see her smile and hear her laugh again. To see my child being born, to witness them grow, take their first steps, and become their own person... I begged to have more time with the ones I cared about.