He was pale and barely conscious, barely breathing. His body, laid out in a puddle of his own blood. His hearing had gone numb. 'Thump....thump...thump..' Is all he heard, and it constantly got slower.
She walked around his bed and swiftly slid to her knees. "No, no, no." She whispered, lifting his head and lying it on her lap. She didn't care about the blood, her clothes, her skin, all she cared about was him. "Say something, please. Sebastian please!" She yelled, turning his blood stained face so it was strait up.
Light grunts slipped through his lips and he blinked lightly. "Grell?" He groaned, he wasn't sure if it was a dream, if he was dead, or hallucinating. "Yes, yes, it's me." She smiled. The tears on her face slid through the creases of her smile. "What happened to hell?" He asked, his voice was barely above a whisper. "You aren't going to hell, I won't let you." She sobbed, leaning down and laying her forehead on his.
Sebastian's eyes started to shut and she knew he didn't have much time. "I love you." She whispered, shakily. He lightly smiled and nodded. "I could never stop loving you." He exhaled. If he wasn't so weak he would have touched her face lovingly. She shushed him, and pulled him by his chin into a kiss, for what might be the last time.
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Gone and Done
RomanceSebastian and Grell, tragic love story. Lets say he insulted her by accusing her of cheating. She left. Though at first she didn't seem like it had bothered her, it did. It hurt her terribly on the inside. She loved him greatly, and he loved her, sh...
