I reach out to him. My love, the only one in my life. He lies there, still. I can’t focus on anything except for him.
“Tristan,” I say. He doesn’t even react to my voice. I drag my body by my palms towards him. The hard cement road bites my skin, but I continue. I don’t want him to leave me, not like how my parents left me. I can hear the ambulance, but I can’t even tell how close they are. I pull myself up to him, grasping his palms. He is lying on his stomach, and I force myself up. I feel pains springing from everywhere in my body in small bursts. I can tell I am badly injured from the pole sticking out from me. I won’t be able to make it. I turn him over and lay his head on my lap. We are sitting in his puddle of blood. I know he has lost too much, and I will need to help him.
His eyes are closed with blood on his blonde eyelashes. I caress his face and watch as his chest rise abnormally slowly up and down. At least he is still here with me. I plant a kiss on his lips before I see the ambulance rushing towards us. The nurses eyes widen at the look of us. I say anything before they can.
“Save him, please.” I beg. “I know I won’t make it, so please save him.” They shake their heads.
“We need to save both of you, so please calm down ma’am.” one of them says.
“No, I won’t make it. I can feel it. This is where it ends for me, but please don’t let it end for him. Give him my blood. We have always been compatible.” I say stroking his face. The nurses rush up to us and pulls us away from each other. I am too weak to even resist. They put him on a stretcher and they do the same with me. One of the nurses brush my blonde hair out of the way and I grab her.
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“Save him for me,” I plead, “I want him to live long. You know I also won’t last long. Do this for me.” The nurse has tears streaming down her face as she nods.
“What’s your name and age ma’am?” She croaks out as she wipes away her tears. I smile.
“Linda Pierce. 25 years old.” I feel the strength in my hand leaves as it falls away from me gripping her shirt. I can’t hear anything anymore, as I close my eyes. The darkness engulfs me into its endless depths.
I open my eyes and I gasp looking at the man. I blink away tears as I look at him. He looks more bloody then I saw him last time, but I haven’t seen him before. Or did I? I count the chains and there is three. What happened about the other one? Wait, what other one am I talking about. He weakly lifts up his head and he gives me a smile. His smile is so beautiful my heart flutters despite all the wound and gashes on his skin. He has long black hair and a long beard growing. It’s as if he hasn’t groom in years.
“Are you okay?” I can’t control the tears now as they run down my face.
“Never been better.” He replies. “Now, that I am looking at you, everyday is worth it.” I cover my mouth with my hands, so that I can’t scream in agony. I run towards him reaching my hands out, but I don’t make far when two white figures pull me back. He gives me a sad look as I scream and kick. The figures throw me and I feel myself falling down as I watch a chain disappear again.