Broken Wings ➳Gally{2}

Final Fight

The struggle just keeps loving me huh.
Like how unfair is it that I have to keep fighting for my body to just function.

I feel like I'm fighting a loosing battle of just opening my eyes.
But right now, I think it's my strongest, because I push all my energy through the lids of my eyes.
And for once I'm successful.

I'm just hoping this was my Final Fight.

My vision is heavy, and unfocused.
Until I try focus it somewhere.
And it's focussed on the dim lighting of the hut, as my body is focussed on the feeling of the straw bed that's currently holding my weight.

I heard him before I could even get my eyes to focus on him.
That broken pained murmur that made it feel like that knife was being twisted in my heart.

"Bird please, just wake up, why aren't you waking up?"
And then I feel him.
His hands are holding my palm so gently in his as his face is buried in my hand.

"Just don't leave me, I cant live without you."
His voice cracked as he whispers as if he's praying to himself for me.

"I'm sorry, I should've showed you a long time ago how much you meant, okay? I'm a shucking coward, but you know you're the only thing that keeps me alive. I can't breathe."

Oh yeah well get a taste of your own medicine coward!
But sadly I know this feeling all too well.
It's the most cathartic feeling to ever exist.

Knowing your lifeline no longer exists, is the most horrible painful miserable experience to ever go through.

"Grumpy you finally admit it you coward."
Don't ask me why that was my first choice of words before coming back from the dead.

And also how horrible it sounded from my dry ass throat but the moment he hears my voice his head snaps up.

And those beautifully shaded eyes, they light up so brightly as tears waste no time to stroll down his cheek.
"You're here."
His voice is thick with tears rushing to my side still grasping my hand now shaking with his lips pressed to my forehead.

"I'm here." I repeated back my voice just as raw as I hold onto his hand tighter as his forehead now leans against mine.

"Scared the damn life out of me you know that?"
He's not kidding, his voice grows so low as his fingers tighten around mine.

"I-I thought—I thought I—I was dead?"
My flutter up as I search the room around us confused.
Looks a lot like the maze.

Where are we?
Are we safe?

"You're too stubborn to die." He wants to joke but his voice cracks when he laughs as he doesn't hold back his emotion.

He can't even tease as he strokes my hair continuously comforting me.
"Please, please don't ever, ever do that."
Hearing the rasp before he pulls himself back up away from me still stroking my hand.

"It wasn't my fault!"
I didn't ask to be stabbed!
I don't even have the energy to be petty right now.

I use my hands placing my palms against the straw to push myself upwards but I just cause myself so much pain.

A harsh cry leaves when I feel this pulling pain from my abdomen and Gally immediately takes back ahold of me.

"Hey, hey I've got you." Allowing my weight to lean on his hands as he swiftly and slowly helps me sit upright against the wall.