Division

Eleven

I forced myself to clear my vision enough to be able to look into Adrian's dazed eyes. We both laid close to one another, I could see admiration in his eyes, as if he was grateful for where he was next to me. "I didn't- Expect that..." Adrian said in a joking way, stuttering on his words as blood roughly streamed from his body. I didn't even know how he was able to speak, let alone still be alive. Even though this was the worst time for it, the corners of my lips moved into a small smile as i exhaled a quiet laugh. He always impressed me with his ability to talk. "You're so beautiful." He gently said, gazing so deeply at me. His voice was shaky, his body was twitching from impact of the wound. "Promise me...You won't go back to how you were. When you smile you- you're so free... Even if I can't be there to see it." He paused and grunted to clear the red liquid from his throat. "Promise me."

I managed to lean on my side and slightly prop myself up to see him better and held the side of his hair with my trembling hand. "It's ok...You're not going anywhere." My crying made my breathing unstable. "Just promise." Adrian pleaded. He pleaded like his words held every apology he ever owed me, like he needed me to forgive him.
"I promise."
Blood was beginning to cover his teeth, as his chest began to quickly jolt up and down. "I made it my- life...life's mission to hate you s-since that first day when you humiliated me." He struggled and spoke with short breaths. The blood kept streaming. He was fighting for every one of his words. "I didn't...I didn't realise how much I needed your touch, needed you near me." He paused. "To hold you...Without... Having to be killed for it." A tear fell from his eye but he never stopped beaming up at me. "You're all I wanted."

My heart glowed as much as it fell. There was a painful squirming sound coming from his neck. "Amora, I don't want to die. I don't want to die." His chest was rising and falling faster, the panic in his body was unbearable. The voice of a young boy, pleading for life, like he knew he would see his father again. "Amora..." Fluttering slowly, his eyes showed that he was loosing all of his consciousness. Then they stoped moving. They didn't blink. His chest had stopped moving up and down, his entire body grew still. Excruciating dread filled my chest. "Adrian?" The silence he responded with pained me even more. "Hey... It's...it's ok., It's ok." I moved my hand up and down from his head to the side of his jawline, my voice sounding loud and unstable with the cries that were escaping me.

Day 0.
He was dead.

Something had broke inside me. With every life I had taken, apart of me was ripped away. But this was the first time I had ever felt the agony and torture because of it. He couldn't die. He was meant to be mine to kill but I knew from the moment I looked into those eyes that I would never be able to do it, that's why I had to keep imagining it, to convince myself i could. He carried so much in his heart despite the pain he went through and he hid that from the world because of it. I was a monster and he still found a reason to forgive me. I didn't even think it was possible to accept me and forgive me for the things i had done in my lifetime.

Uncontrollably, tears fell from my eyes. If it weren't for him, I would have had nothing to live for. Even if it was for this stupid mission, I found out what it was like to actually live. It was as if he had ripped away my soul as he lost his. With trembling fingers, I reached for my blood stained gun on the floor. I knew what I needed to do. It was either Lans or me. One of us had to die. If it weren't to be Lans then at least I would have peace in knowing I wouldn't have to walk this New Earth anymore as the monster I was.

Gently, I lowered myself down to press my forehead against Adrian's. I tried to breathe, feeling more tears fall down my skin. My voice couldn't even speak any louder than a whisper as the sight of his lifeless body shattered me. His soft skin still felt warm against mine. "I promise." With trembling fingers, I gently closed his eye lids.

Finally, I let go of him and lay him on the ground. Taking one last look at him, he looked peacefully asleep, even with the cuts and wounds scattered all over him. I used the remaining strength in my body and rose to my feet, weapon in hand. Elias noticed my sudden movement, and glared at me with his hollow, cold eyes but Lans' back was turned. Without any hesitation I lifted the gun and fired 2 bullets straight at President Lans.