Derek rolled over on his other side and the pain he was expecting licked like flames up his body. His head however was beginning to go numb. When his eyes focused again he realized he was lying next to another young man. The blood steadily staining his tan uniform appeared brown and rusty. He looked into his big, round, and honey colored eyes and if it had been a regular circumstance, he would have described this moment as love at first sight. His lips trembled and were a shade of red mixed with purple due to the biter cold. He slowly inched his hand over to grab on to the hand belonging to the lovely man. Though neither of them spoke, there was a silent reassurance and tortured comfort in the air between them. Among the screams, the crash of bombs and the constant popping of rapid gunfire, the two shared contentment. Tears started slipping out of his innocent and troubled eyes.
"Don't cry," came Derek's torn and ragged whisper. It was a contradiction though, because Derek had begun to cry, too. But for more reason than one—he knew that would be the last and only thing he ever said to this man. They were both dying—there was nothing they could do about that, but they had these last minutes, they had to take them. Derek used what would be the last of his energy to weakly and barely brush his lips against the reddish-purple ones of the seeming angel next to him. His ears were still ringing from the last bomb, but he could hear his intake of breath and the short broken sob that fell from his lips. He could feel his arms tiring and the muscles starting to crap but he ran his dirty fingers along his check bone. His face was bruised and muddied, a fallen soldier. Their names might appear on a memorial somewhere, someday. But no one would know them. They would be forgotten—remembered only as those who died fighting for their country. But this connection, would it be lost forever? Would their souls continue on, would they find each other again someday? In another life? From a sort of deeper knowledge that he couldn't explain, he knew they would. He felt he knew this man's soul. Perhaps their souls had already met? Could—possibly—this be them finding each other again?
In their final minutes, with his dying breaths, he looked into his eyes, and he spoke words that came from a deeper place within him.
"I'll see you again, Spencer."