Ezra then reaches out to take Sullivan's hands in his, his touch soft and gentle. The sad smile on his face never faltering. His eyes locked onto Sullivan's.
"I love you, Sullivan. I'll always love you, no matter what." He whispers softly, closing his eyes as he slowly slips his hands away from Sullivan's. He takes a step back.
Sullivan could see the angel pointing their bow towards Ezra's back, and he quickly makes a move and pushes Ezra away, causing Ezra to stumble slightly but he manages to regain his balance. Sullivan tries to protect him as he stands behind Ezra's back.
And with that, the arrow of light strikes at him. Sullivan's eyes are squeezed shut, but then, he heard a groan from Ezra. "Ughh!"
Sullivan didn't feel anything, he quickly opened his eyes as he heard the groan that came from Ezra and turned to face him.
The arrow went right through him, as if he was a ghost, as if he wasn't there.
Ezra's chest, where the arrow hit him glows for a second, then he collapses on the ground. Holding his chest in pain, his other hand gripping onto the grass beneath him. "F-fuck, It hurts..." He whimpered. The wings on the back of Ezra's head drooping.
His vision starts to get blurry, and he knows he doesn't have much time left.
The angel turns and steps back into the bright light, and disappears, and the bright light fades away.
Sullivan quickly walked up to him and kneeled down next to him, checking his pulse. "Shit, shit.." He muttered under his breath. His heart races as he stares down at Ezra with a worried and panicked expression, he's not sure what to do.
Ezra looks up at him weakly with a tired expression. He tries to put on a smile on his face, but then he starts coughing. His hand trembling as he reaches out to take Sullivan's hand, intertwining their fingers together.
"Sullivan, I'll never stop loving you, okay?" He whispered. He then brings Sullivan's hand to his cheek, still staring deeply into each other's eyes. "I'm glad that you're here with me... At least like this..."
"This is how I want to die... In your arms."
Sullivan starts to move his thumb up and down softly on his cheek. "W-what the fuck do I do...?! Ezra, I need to help you..." His eyes dart around nervously. "Fuck... Shit..." He muttered under his breath. His thumb on Ezra's cheek moving faster as he continues to panic. He hates being vulnerable.
Sullivan's eyes lit up as he came up with an idea. "Can't you just heal yourself? Y-you know...-" He said, you could still hear the panic in his voice.
Ezra chuckled weakly. "My lips aren't able to reach my chest, silly." He said with a small smile, his voice cracking slightly.
Ezra's hand over Sullivan's hand slowly start to slip away, and his eyes flutter closed.
Sullivan's mind races as he watches Ezra lie there, not moving. He starts to panic, quickly standing up and pacing back and forth as he mutters under his breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
His thoughts are a mess as he watches him lie there. He doesn't know what to do. He stops pacing and looks back down at Ezra, he's still not moving. He kneels back down beside him and starts to shake him. He's never felt this way for someone before and he really doesn't know what to do. Sullivan starts to panic even more as seconds pass by. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. This can't be happening... No..."
Blood pools around them as Ezra's lifeless body lies there, motionless. The pool of blood slowly spreads out beneath him.
"You shouldn't have ever met me." He whispered.
