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xviii

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"vik!? what's happening?!" I scream,
swerving back into my
rightful lane.

"i-i-" he coughs,
and i sob.

"t-there's blood, h-harry."
he wheezes.

"baby, stay with me!" i scream,
hearing gasps for air
behind the receiver.

"fuck!" i shout,
slamming my foot onto the gas.

//

"vik!" i cry, kneeling next to his
limp body.

his hand was clutched around my flower
crown.

"h-harry." he chokes out.

"i'm right here baby." i sob, wiping the
trail of blood from his lips.

"i-i love y-ou harry." he nods,
tears running down his smooth
cinnamon cheeks.

"i-i love you more, more than
you know." i respond.

then i press my lips to his.

the kiss was something i've never felt before.

it was tender and loving, full
of salty tears and metallic blood.

"harry." he mutters, so i pull away.

"star." i sob.

"b-be my moon." he
chokes out, caressing my cheek
with his shaky, cold hands.

"of course." i cry, kissing his lips once more.

he soon pulls away, coughing as sobs.

"i'm burning out." he croaks.

"no. no you're not star." i shake my head, caressing
his tear-streaked cheeks.

"yes i am, don't worry.

i'll be with you forever."

he whispers as he hands me his
favourite flower crown.