Falling Twice

"When have fate ever played good?"

She sat near him, his white shirt slowly turning red from all the blood that he was losing.

"You Promised..." she said faintly as if only he was meant to hear it. He touched her with his blooded hands painting her face all red.

"You can't... no..you promised.. We just started living.." tears clouding her eye blocking his image from her. He wanted so badly to hug her right there. He wanted to tell her that he will come back. But all he could feel was darkness engulfing him alive.