I feel just like I'm sinking, and I claw for solid ground

I feel myself growing weaker, and my breathing deepens. I feel my legs give out from under me, and Jack catches me, lowering me gently to the cold, hard ground. Out of the corner of my mind, I hear both our guns clattering to the floor, forgotten, as is the world around us.

I'm pulled down by the undertow

I never thought I could feel so low

It would be cruel to say it, I know, but I say it anyway.

'I love you.'

'Don't.'

The reply is what I expect; I have just given in to death.

I focus on breathing. Oh god, the air's toxic. Jack's begging me to stay, and I want to, god, I want to. So badly. But there's no point left in fighting. My breathing grows heavier still, and Jack's face is going in and out of focus.

Oh, darkness I feel like letting go

Jack...you don't know how much I love you. We've said it, a million times, but even those aren't enough. I love you. So much. And I'm sorry I have to go.