#pxrxnoidstudent

i'm crying. oh god the feels.}

        Chris wouldn’t just... let it happen. He couldn’t allow Ashley to lose her life and never become the person she was always meant to be. He wanted her to succeed, and most importantly... he wanted her to live. 

        “Get off of her you fu-” As he launched himself on her attacker, Chris was immediately silenced by the feeling of a knife being plunged into his stomach, twisted, and then yanked out again. The attacker paled at the sight of blood, and threw the bloody knife across the pavement before fleeing the scene.

        Chris, though he was bleeding like a stuck pig, couldn’t help but think about how pointless it was to even attack someone in the first place if they were just going to run away at the sight of blood.

        But... he fell to the ground, clutching his wound, feeling the warm blood between his fingers. At least he saved her.. at least she would live to see another day... He didn’t think about what would happen once he was gone, but he knew that... because of the lingering voices he was hearing, and because his life was flashing before his eyes... bringing him nostalgia in ways he wouldn’t be able to describe to anyone after this. He knew he was going to die, but he was content in that knowing that he didn’t let her die.

        “I... I couldn’t let you die... you know. That... would have been really shitty.” He cracked a half smile, losing himself more and more with each drop of blood that stained his clothes. And he wouldn’t hear Ashley’s crying, or response, or anything as he succumbed to the white light.

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