"Don't die on me!"

Beginning of the end

I looked down at my chest. The blade hidden deep inside my flesh. Each breath was sharp. My legs lost their strength, letting me fall harshly on my bruised knees.

Pain shot through my body. My face scrunched up in pain as I grabbed the handle. I took a deep breath, pulled it out half way. A cry escaped my bleeding lips.

My blood went cold when I heard a loud thud not far from me. I knew that type of sound anywhere...I tried once more to pull the knife out. I mashed my lips together as I yanked it out.

I placed my hand over the hole, I could feel my blood flow out. I lifted my arm up, my fingers digging into the handle of the knife. "Fre...?" Wave of relief gently rolled over me.

I looked up at him. His eyes wide with pure horror, swords covered completely in blood. As soon as the wave of relief came, weakness slowly seeped in. My hand unfolded and dropped the knife.

My head felt light, my whole body felt light as I fell over. Strong arms wrapped themselves around my bleeding body, pulling me against the owner's frame.

A painful moan found it's way out. "I'm sorry Fre..." He whispered, regret standing out the most in his voice. My lips turned upwards slightly. I watched his eyes, he was always hard to read...not now.

Fear. Just fear was there in his strong eyes. Love was there, just as much as fear. Fingers delicately touched my cheek. I lifted my hand, trailing up his arm before grabbing his hand.

I didn't look away. I was scared to look away...He lifted my hand to his lips, brushing them against my skin. I smiled more as he pulled me closer, pressing his lips to mine.

I could practically feel life flowing through my body. One thing he could do that still amazes me! Once he pulled away, I felt weaker, even colder. My hand lost its grip on his, then falling limb beside me.

"Fre!" I could barely feel anything now. I could barely feel him pulling me closer. I felt life leaving me, slowly letting death hold me. I took a small shallow breath.

A hand cradled my head, pressing my forehead against his. I tasted something salty hit my tongue, sending goosebumps across my body. My eyes now were barely open...I forced them to stay open a bit longer.

Tears slid down his face, gently landing on mine. That strong face...now scrunched up and covered in tears. His voice...that strong trusting voice...now sounds like a child begging their mother something impossible.

"Don't die on me!" He cried.