This Means War

"I don't know if I can live without you forever" I confessed, cradling his body to mine. "It's gonna be weird. And scary."
His eyes locked on mine, a weak smile stretching upon his bloodied lips. "You know as well as I do that you'll grow used to the change. Hell, you had the same look in your eyes when we first met," he breathed out with a laboured cough. His body crumpled toward his chest as his face contorted with a look of pain. My hand, also bloodied and swollen, clasped onto his, whilst my other gently stroked the sides of his dirt-stained face.

I cringed, letting out a little chortle of my own, remembering that moment. It seemed like so long ago that everything had fallen into place, and now I was here grasping at its frayed edges as it was slowly destroyed.
"You deserved it! You totally got in my way, if you had just been nice and moved out of the way when I asked you wouldn't have gotten a broken nose."

Another surge of hacking coughs ripped through his body as I readjusted his head, allowing my crossed over legs some feeling. His blood tainted the gold of my suit a muddy brown where it had dried.

"Promise me that you won't stop. I need to know that you're not going to give up on this when you've come so far."

Gingerly, I leant forward and placed a kiss on the top of his forehead.
"I promise."

"Good," he smiled, closing his eyes. "This is what you were made for, Fortuna."

A tear ran down my cheek as I took one final look at his face before closing my own.

And so I sat, whilst the man that I loved died in my arms.