Not Like the Movies
It was too much like the movies. I saw him, he saw me - that bright brilliant smile lighting up the street even through all the destruction. And we ran to each other, that was when I should have known.
Too much like the movies. Both separated too long to go on without the other, and then there we are. Together at last.
But also a little to cinematic, the shot. We were so close. I could feel his emotions blazing through him as he turned and came to a jolting halt before the screech rang out.
Even if it was too much like the movies, I ran to him. He couldn't die, not now, not after all I had done to get here. Still, even through dying breaths, he whispered my name.
"Rose..."