The wind felt colder than usual, but it also felt soothing. Maybe even like a kind and welcoming touch. Slowly brushing across his face, streaked with blood, sweat, and tears.
He did not know he was taking his last breaths. Or maybe he simply refused to accept it.
Either way, his lover’s smile was the first thing that came to mind.
“I want to see you…” the words escaped from his purplish lips.
As he laid on the grass covered field, eyes staring at the passing clouds. One hand rested on the helmet lying beside him. The other weakly clutched the arrow protruding from his left side. His vision slowly blurred, his eyes turning milky
His ears picked up the sound of hoofbeats. He did not turn his head, he wanted to, but he could not.
“...?” his lips parted, but only shallow breaths escaped.
Slowly a figure towered over him, blocking out the sky above him. His lips parted again, but only a wet gurgle escaped.
“What a painful sight.” the unfamiliar voice said.
He heard the sound of a sword getting pulled out its scabbard.
“Any last words before I take off tomorrow?” he asked, leaning into her palm. Nuzzling his cheek against her warm skin. Arms wrapped around her waist as he kneeled in front of her.
“Just…come back to me.” she cradled his face into her lap.
Letting out a soft scoff. “Hmm?” he hummed, raising his head. “Your answer is always the same.”
“Because I knew one day, you wouldn’t be able to.“
while writing this i was listening to "Lover, You should've come over"
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