Words

Rex Pov

He fell, fell for a seemingly endless amount of time; he fancied he could hear Holiday scream a terrified no! But that could have been his imagination, it probably was. Then he hit the floor vision obscured with an unwelcome burst of black for just a second the last thing he saw was holiday's horrified face inches away from his, she was mouthing something over and over seemingly desperate for him to understand then he lost consciousness, true darkness took him.

Doc Holiday's pov

How could this happen, she had finally mustered enough courage to tell him, and now he lay before her; lifeless and broken.

How could this happen.

The words; the words that meant so much…now fell on death ears.

I know its short, but this just seemed like a good way to end it, plus this is only the first chapter so there's more to come. This pairing only has three or four entries on fanfiction, at least in the romance department; I plan to change that. I sail a dead ship, its sails tattered, its haul dilapidated, yet I will not abandon this ship; I will sail on, even if I'm the only one.