“You’re my everything”
One thing Patroclus noticed straight away after putting his cold, wet hands over his bruised wound was the strange emptiness that came with the pain. An aching sensation making his heart feel numb as he let out a light chuckle - the impact of his death finally crashing onto himself as he hiccuped. Sobbing as he frowned, “Achilles…Achilles I couldn’t take you further…I couldn’t bring you more honour…” the older man whispered to himself noticing how Hector stared with a conflicted expression: his eyebrow furrowed, his mouth gaped slightly showing his pearly white teeth and his cheeks dripping with sweat.
No one spoke, letting the man live his final moments with the hallucinations of his life yet all he seemed to see was the beautiful snow like face of his dear companion, Achilles, his oceanic eyes glowing like a halo in the battle field and his golden hair competing with the finest silks as it swayed. From start to end, he saw the man reach his hand out and pull him in.
He was always there; after his exile and after he left to chiron, he was everything to Patroclus. The dying man huffed a little as he accepted his cruel fate and looked to the bloody sky remnants of the death he caused lingering round the air as he could only think of his sworn brother’s honour. “Fate, guide Achilles to happiness, give him the honour he deserves.” He muttered before his arms laid limp and his heart fell to a shorter beat.
From the distance he could’ve sworn, he heard a familar tune on a lyre before his eyes shut, giving into the deep kiss of death.
