She sobbed uncontrollably into his CyberLife issued jacket, the rhythmic beat beneath her right palm making it harder to accept.
He insisted he was okay with this, with watching his own life slip away while dancing in the rain.
She was losing her sword and shield and he just swayed alongside her fear tearing apart her soul.
In soft tones he begged her to stop crying, she wasn't to mourn for him.
He had lived his life, seen all he wished to see, it was her turn to.
She felt him weaken as time slipped away, taking him from her each passing moment.
Eventually his legs gave away and she knelt with him under the soft streetlights.
Brushing his hair in soft waves, there was no blood just internal failure.
She couldn't ask how long was left on his timer.
She silently prayed these final moments with him would last forever.
She wasn't ready to lose him, not yet.
He opened his mouth, only a painful moan escaped.
His brown soft eyes filling with fearful tears.
How could anyone be ready to die?
The truth was, he wasn't ready.
She felt extremely self centred,
Asking him to stay.
His eyes closed
Leaving her,
Alone.
A/N- Hey, as you have read in the summary, this was a writing prompt/challenge. The challenge was to write a 20 sentence story. Number 20 would have 20 words, 19 having 19 and so on. I do however fully accept that this sucks.
-R