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Kiss it all better: He is we

So I cried...

Calum:

Her hands are so cold,

And he kisses her face,

And says “everything will be alright.”

You lay on the cement, blood spilling around you.

You stare up into Calum’s tan, worried face.

Into his caring brown eyes.

He doesn’t care that your blood is getting on his favorite jeans.

Or that your blood is getting on his plain white shirt.

He only cares about the bullet wound on your thigh.

And how much it’s bleeding.

He grips your hands tightly, suddenly realizing how cold they are.

Tears slip down his cheeks as he bends his face down to yours and kisses your forehead.

“Everything will be alright,” he whispers.

Already know that it’s going to be the opposite.

Luke:

And she cries,

Kiss it all better,

I’m not ready to go.

It’s not your fault love,

You didn’t know.

You collapse suddenly, bringing your boyfriend Luke down to the ground with you since you were holding his hand.

You reach your hand to your stomach where you feel a liquid.

Blood.

You turn, burying your face into Luke’s chest and crying into it.

He holds you, letting small sobs out himself.

You both know that you aren’t going to survive.

“Kiss it all better,

I’m not ready to go.

It’s not your fault love,

You didn’t know,” you tell him with a shaky voice.

He didn’t know you were going to get hurt.

And you just got engaged.

 

Ashton:

He just wanted to sleep beside you one more time.

But you were slowly slipping into darkness.

Into death.

All because you got shot in the back.

He just wanted to cuddle and show you how much he loved you.

“Stay with me, until I fall asleep. Stay with me,” he begs you.

You give him a weak smile. “I love you, Ash.”

“Stay with me. Please. Just at least until I fall asleep,” he wails, his face falling onto your stomach.

“Stay with me.”

Michael:

He sees a smoking gun,

And the coward he ran,

And in his arms is the bleeding,

Love of his life.

The gun lays beside you on the ground, smoke still spilling out of it.

The man in black ran down the street.

“You coward!” Michael screams after him, pulling you into his arms.

You bleed out of your arm.

“I’ll be alright, Mikey,” you give him a weak smile. “The angels will take care of me.”

“Don’t say that, Y/N, don’t leave me,” he sobs into your hair. “You’re the love of my life.”

“And you’re the love of my life,” you tell him. “But I have to leave.”

“I love you so much. You’re the love of my life,” he repeats.

Which one was your favorite?

I didn't start crying until I was in the middle of Luke's, then I stopped, then I started again at the beginning of Michael's.