I desperately hold on to you, only wishing to stop time, to stay in this moment forever. I don't want this; I'm not ready.
You smile, and I feel as if I'm being mocked. I want to ask you how you can even manage to smile in this situation, but I don't want to waste our last minutes together asking such a stupid question.
You speak so quickly, cause you, too, know you're running out of time. You tell me everything you couldn't before in just a few words.
" So, if you are so sad, that you cannot live on, I want you to erase my existence. So you can smile and laugh in the future."
A choked sob escapes, then more follow.
I can't take it. I want to save you, from your future, from your fate. Despite my pleads and protests, though, you refuse. And now as your last seconds are winding down, it's too late.
You start vanishing as your body begins to transform into small particles of light. I can't do anything but stare and reach for you, only to feel your clothes, with no body in them.
And the last thing I see is your fading figure. I wish it was your smiling face I saw last rather than those tiny flicks of light.