One. Two. Three. Four.

One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Four shots.
Four gunshots.

Craig trembled behind the flipped over table. His hands tightly clamped over his mouth. He looked to his right, where he expected Kenny.
But Kenny wasn't there.
Craig looked over the table.
Shooter gone. Kenny on the ground.

"Kenny!" The noirette yelled as he ran to his boyfriend's side. "Fuck Kenny!" Tears started to roll down his face. Kenny weakly smiled at him through his pain. The blonde's hands tightly pressed on his wound. "Goddamnit Kenny! What were you thinking?! How many times did you get shot?!" Craig sobbed. He didn't care if the shooter heard him and came back.

"It's not a big deal babe. I'll be fine." The smile never left Kenny's face. Kenny was used to this. Craig wasn't. Kenny had not once died during their 3 months together. Maybe because he was more careful. After all, he didn't want to see his Craig like this.

Craig laid his hands on Kenny's cheeks. Their eyes locked, never once leaving the others. "You're gonna make it. You're not gonna die on me like that. Promise me, honey. You're not gonna leave me ok?" Craig wouldn't ever be able to explain the horrible pain he was feeling, except maybe that he was aching emotionally just as much as Kenny physically.

The blonde 17-year-old removed a blood covered hand from his wound and placed it on his boyfriend's hand. "It'll all be alright." He ensured the taller boy. "fuck dude. Kenny. You have been shot! You're literally dying in many arms right now!" Craig tried to be less in panic but how could he calm down now?

Kenny winced in pain as he pressed himself higher on his propped up elbow.
The green-eyed teen connected their lips in a sad kiss.

It was short, but still long enough to let Kenny know how much he loves him.
As their lips parted, they rested their foreheads against each other.
"Y'know Craig... I Never thought you'd see me like this... at least I don't look like Swiss cheese or my cut off head lays in your hands." Kenny chuckled. Craig painfully smiled. "gross dude. Stop being such a sick fuck."  "I know you still love me tho." Kenny smiled.

The boys stayed silent for a moment. Foreheads resting against each other. Eyes closed. The noirette taking deep breaths, of his boyfriend's smell, that would trigger beautiful and also some bad memories. But the smiled nonetheless.

The blonde, preparing to take his final breaths. He decided to hold the hand of the taller male. "I Love you, Craig. I didn't want you to see me like this... but you'll be alright. It'll all be over soon. Don't worry. Tomorrow you won't think about today." Kenny assured Craig, who thought about the words the blue-eyed teen had just said.

Before he could tell him that he loved him too, he felt Kenny body relax. The grip on his hand loosen. His chest not rising and falling.

The tears shot into Craig's eyes again. "Kenny?" Nothing. "Kenny!" Again. "Fuck. Kenny!" For the third time. "No don't! Fuck Kenny! I love you! Don't do this to me!" He sobbed as he rocked back and forth with the lifeless body of the boy he loved so much.