You wake up with a sudden feeling of heavyness. Your head is clouded. Sounds are muffled in the background...wait-no they're saying something. They're calling to someone? Oh. It's your name. It's getting louder. You attempt to open your eyes, they feel like lead. They flicker for a moment, not long enough to focus on anything, really. You think there's a girl standing above you...? Yes. Yes there is. You're pretty sure she's calling for you too. What was her name again? ...You can't seem to remember. You flicker your eyes open again, big emerald eyes greet you behind glasses. You remember a girl now-yes her favorite color was green. Someone's just put their arms around you now, pulling you. Where? Oh-closer to them-they're hugging you. A body is shaking next to you. You start to hear...crying? You hope it's not the girl. For some reason you think it would hurt to see her cry. You remember now-those emerald eyes were hid behind glasses and-and framed by long, thick black lashes. Her name was...her name...
Suddenly everything comes back to you as your stomach drops. You gasp to life, pain evident in every part of your body. You force your eyes open.
"J...ade." You croak. That wasn't cool-so much for epic last words. She gasps anyway, tears leaking out of her eyes from behind her round spectacles.
"...Dave?" She hiccups. Her breath coming in short gasps as she clutches you desperatly. "I'm so sorry, Dave, I didn't mean to-Oh my gosh this is all my fault Dave." She continues to choke out. You don't know where you found the strength but you reached for her hand and she grasped it.
"Jade Harley." You cut her off and she stops, as if in awe at your ability for speach. You take a deep breath.
"If I had to choose and way to die, this..." You stop for breath. "...This is by far the most ironic." This causes her to break down, sobbing even more fitfully, her breaths now coming in great gasps, her head tilted toward her chest. You shakily reach your arm up and tilt her head so she's looking at you. You need her to look at you-why would you want to die looking at the top of her head? Hell, why would you want to be looking anywhere but at her? Her puffy eyes and blotchy face meets yours and suddenly the pain of bullets doesn't seem that bad.
"...And this by far, the best way I've died yet." Suddenly there's something warm pressed to your lips. You've forgetten again. What's happening? All you know is that you feel safe and that you're slowly...slipping...away.