A single breath. That's all he needed. That's all he wanted. A single breath. A single chance to live, to tell everyone how he truly felt. A breath and a chance that would never come. The rain poured down.
Where did the rain come from? How had he come to this? He couldn't recall. Something warm trickled down his side, trickled down in rivers. Blood. His blood. He could smell it. It mingled with the rain as it poured down.
Everything had happened so quickly. They'd been ambushed by a group of demons and they had been able to take care of them quickly, as they always had, but this time had been different. This time . . . he'd been a little too careless and had let his guard down sooner than what he normally did and now . . . he was paying the price. Pain had blossomed in his left side, lights had exploded behind his eyes, all sounds had ceased, and that last breath . . . caught in his throat. A drop of rain had kissed him lightly on the nose, followed by another. He knew, though. They were there, at his side, as the rain poured down.
That last breath. All he wanted was that last breath. He reached out one arm only to have it fall to his side. It was over.
'At least . . . at least they're safe.'
The rain poured down.