Saving him
My hand had a mind of its' own, stretching out to him before I could grasp what was happening before my eyes.
I saw the color fade from his face, his eyes droop, and his hand lose grip on mine. There was a voice screaming his name-mine. I thought and thought of a way to save him, frantically looking around for an idea.
To no prevail, I found no hope for him. As I came to the realization that he was gone, tears fell from my eyes, one after another and another. I couldn't-wouldn't-let him go. How could he do this to me? Why did he have to leave me?
One tear landed on his cheek, just below his right eye. As I stared at his face, longing for him, I noticed that the tear had turned golden yellow and turned into an extraordinary star. The wound on his abdomen now had a bright yellow stream flowing out of him.. The swirls circled around us and then vanished.
Helping him sit up, I stared at his face in hope for a response.
"…Flynn?"
He slowly opened his eyes and spoke the words I never thought he would speak again.
"You know…I've got a thing for brunettes."
As he smiled up at me, I laughed in relief. With everything I had, I kissed him. He seemed surprised but held me and kissed me in return.
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