Lams One Shots

I won't leave you

1700-1800 time

Let's just pretend that they were in the same place okay

( I'm using google translate for the French, so correct me if I'm wrong)

‎Alex POV

'JOHN!' I yelled as I saw him fall to the ground. I pulled my trigger and shot the British guy that was responsibble for this, then I ran towards John and kneeled next to him. 'John, can you hear me?' 'Alexander..' He said softly, not being able to talk any louder. 'Laurens, you're the closest friend I've got. Please don't leave me.' He opened his mouth to speak , but only a sound of pain cam out of his throat. I started sobbing. 'Laurens, before you die, I want you to know that I love you. I wish I could convince you that I love you, but there's not much time left.' He pulled himself up and put his head on my lap. 'Your letters... I knew you loved me Alexander. I could tell by the way you wrote.' I kissed his forehead. 'I can't loose you, John.' 'Shh.. You can't save me, Alex. You know that.' I knew. I knew I couldn't save him. I started crying louder. 'Shhh.. Please don't cry Alexander...' 'How can I not cry when you are dying? I don't want to loose you John. I love you.....' 'I love you too.' He pulled me down by my collar and kissed me. I kissed him back, tasting tears , dirt and blood. I hated the war, hated fighting, I knew that someone that I cared about would die. But John.... I pulled away as the doctor came running towards us. Men weren't aloud to feel like I felt about John. 'Move, Hamilton.' He said. I moved to the right as the doctor kneeled next to John. 'I'm sorry, Hamilton. There's not much I can do. Lieutenant colonel Laurens will be passing away between now and 10 minutes, at last.' Then he walked away. No.. This can't be happening.. I can't loose him. Everyone that gathered around us finally left and I pulled John close. 'I should've saved you, John. I could've shot earlier, I should've been watching you. I should've...' He softly kissed me again. 'It's not your fault, Alexander.' I cried during the kiss. He pulled away and lied down. 'I love you Alex...' Then his breathing stopped. I let out a scream of both pain and sadness. I heard a voice behind me. 'Alexander, mon ami. What happened to Laurens?' It was Laf. 'He...He got shot by a British guy.' I felt Laf hugging me. ' I'm sorry mon ami. He was a great friend. Je suis désolé.' I cried into his shoulder. He helped me stand up and brought me to my tent. I started doing the only thing I knew. I started writing. After the 42th paper of that day I decided to go to sleep. In my dreams I saw John every time. He never left, even years after his death. I kept seeing him. I knew he was there with me, maybe not in person, but he was there. I could feel it. Maybe that's what true love is, feeling the presence of the person you love, even when they're gone.