She pressed harder, trying in vain the staunch the gush of blood leaking from beneath her fingers.

His heart fluttered weakly. Once. Twice. Three times.

She let out a harsh sob.

"NO" angry.
"NO" desperately.
"No" quietly.
"no" empty.

And she too was empty as she stood up and walked away from the war and carnage, hands dripping scarlet with the blood of her love.

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