I've dreamt about this, you know.

We're fighting some sort of new species that's a threat to humanity, and suddenly I hear a scream of pain. I whip around, and there he is, lying on the ground, blood dripping from a gaping wound in his side.

I can't help him, or even myself, because I'm suddenly frozen in fear and pain. A snarl brings me back to my senses, and I drive an arrow through the creature's heart as it comes barreling towards me. Towards him.

Another scream of pain. But not from him.

The creature is burning, hopefully to hell, before he hits the ground.

My bow hits the ground, with a metallic thud that seems to ring in my ears for eternity, and I can't make myself move. My legs are stiff--frozen in place.

But somehow I make it to his side, and I'm holding him in my arms.

The body in my arms is becoming cold, and leaves me cold myself, soaked in blood.

He's always wanted to kiss me. I can tell in the way he looks at me. Maybe I should give him a parting gift. Maybe it will comfort him. Maybe it will comfort me.

His lips don't feel like they should. He should be warm and inviting. But he's not. He's cold. So cold that it wakes me, and I sit up in bed, breathless.

Dreams come true, they say.

I was hoping that didn't include nightmares.

But I guess it does, because here I am, holding him in my arms, covered in blood.

I can't hold back the tears, though. I always thought I could stay strong, but I guess I can't.

Just to make the dream complete, I lean down to kiss him.

And it's not like the dream, because he's warm. I want to dive into him and die right by his side.

And as I'm about to break away, his lips move too. As much as I've wanted him to do that, it scares me, and I sit up so fast it almost hurts.

"Abby?" My vision blurs, because I'm suddenly ready to cry again.

"Abby? Abby? What's wrong? Are you okay? Did it hurt you?"

"No, it hurt you." You sit there with the silliest expression. As if you're saying with your face, "Well yeah, but so?"

It makes me laugh, and I stand up and offer you my hand.

"C'mon you idiot. Let's go. Get your wound dressed."

"I'm ok."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm fine."

"..."

"Well, I'm mostly fine. Are you really ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I was just worried you were hurt really badly."

"Oh, I'm touched." You get that conceited grin on your face that I love and hate all at the same time.

I lightly shove your shoulder, and you clutch it, faking hurt. And I know that you are, but the memories of the mere ten minutes ago come rushing back, and I turn away, eyes filling with tears.

I can see your face out the corner of my eye. It's turned serious, and I can't handle the lack of jokes for the moment.

I turn around and start walking, but you don't follow.

"Abby?"

"Yeah?" I turn around and you come towards me.

"I'm sorry I worried you."

"Yeah..." I want to say something to you, but I can't make the words come out, so I start to turn away once again. But like usual, you stop me in the best way possible, and I'm lost in the most wonderful kiss of my life.

You break away, and start walking, saying, "C'mon Abby, let's go."

I follow, quietly saying, "Only you, King. Only you."