A Beautiful Reflection From Firework Eyes

Hello fellas, I've been kidnapped by aliens and am being forced to write this. If you can send help, please do. 

Anyway, please enjoy.  Feel free to leave comments and votes! It would be amazing if you did. This is also on AO3 under the same name. (There is a sequel, by the way. Don't worry)

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(Three months later)

I barely even register gunshots through the pain that crashes through me. Someone screams—the sound ringing out over the crackling of flames. I think it might have been me, but I'm not certain from the way the world is tilting around me. One moment I'm standing, my hands outstretched before me, the flames roaring around me. The next, I'm falling, unable to stand up as the world spins in every direction. I'm on the ground before I know it, my face pressed against the wet grass as I'm gasping for breath, pain filling my lungs, a burning sensation spreading through my shoulder and side as dark blood pools beneath me. My shirt's completely soaked in blood—I'm bleeding a lot—too much actually, my life leaking out over my hands. I cough, warm wetness splattering against my face as I struggle to breathe in again, but it's like inhaling needles—the pain is too much.

The flames cracking around me go out, letting the darkness rush in. Cold air rushes against my face as the footsteps come nearer, the shouts as the guards come to finish me off growing louder. But I don't care about it. All I care about is the boy in front of me, struggling to get to me, tears rolling down his cheeks as he screams my name.

My heart breaks a little bit more, but I can't look away as I touch two fingers to my lips, our sign for I love you. It's what got me through so many days, and hopefully, it'll get him through the more that await him. He does the same, not taking his eyes off of me, though I silently beg him to. Look away, I want to tell him. It'll be easier. I don't want him to see me like this. But he doesn't, his gaze remaining fixed on mine until he's unable to anymore.

As the boy disappears, taken away from me to safety, my mind wanders as the guards near, and my life leaks out before me. It's quite a beautiful day in early spring, now that I think about it, the air is chilly but not quite cold, a nice crispness to it, the sun's rays just visible over the horizon. It's not a terrible day to die. If it were any other day, I'd be waking up just about now, in the small room I had, and he'd be there, smiling at me like he did every morning. At least I'll be able to see the sky before I'm gone.

I think I'm going to die. The realization isn't as terrifying as I thought it would be. Maybe because I've always known, deep down, that I wasn't going to make it out alive. Ever since the first time I tried to escape and how wrong that went, I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to die here. Then he came along, and I found hope. I had to find a way to escape for him. But since the plan went wrong, I knew that there was no way we were going to survive this, if I didn't do something.

It's harder to breathe now, the lack of oxygen making my head pound. My heartbeat thrums in my ears, each beat quieter than the last as I slowly slip away into the darkness, the lightening sky and pine trees fading away into the gray. My eyes slowly flicker shut as the voices come nearer, the noises fading away into the background. Hands roughly grab me, turning me over. Something slips over my face, and I hear a loud beeping noise nearby, and agony floods through me as something presses against my side. I would scream if I could, but I'm too exhausted, too weak to do so as the darkness slips over my eyelids, and I'm gone.

Maybe one day I'll see him again. Maybe someday. Maybe in a different life where we don't know each other. Maybe in a world not as cruel as this one—one where we can be together.

I want to tell him that I'm so sorry. That I'm truly sorry for leaving him. I know what it feels like to lose someone I love. I'm sorry that I will put him through the pain. But I don't regret my choice.

Cause he will be alive and safe. That's all that matters to me.