A/N: Hi! So, I was eating strawberries and I thought of this. Note to self: eat more strawberries…
It takes one moment for him to die.
It takes one moment for the sword to pass through his body. It takes one moment for him to fall to the ground in shock and hollowing pain. It takes one moment for her to reach him.
She is everywhere, in his tiny perception of his world. He sees her, the tears flowing down her cheeks, her mouth moving to form words he cannot hear, her hair flying everywhere. He feels her as he feebly reaches for her, trying to reassure her that everything will be okay.
He's lying.
Giving up on reassuring her, he tries to prepare her for what he knows is coming. Death. Reclusion.
"Don't waste time on me," he somehow manages through the blood bubbling at his lips and the agony in his lungs. "Go fight."
After that he cannot hear anything. His vision is going fuzzy and his senses are dulling and she's becoming hysterical.
It takes one moment for him to grasp her hand and to tell her something she'd never known.
It takes one moment for him to die.
A/N: Why am I on such a depressing roll?