A/N: Just a thought...
Insanity
His hand ever so gently brushed my moist cheeks. "Hush, now. Don't cry." His voice holds comfort, comfort that cannot reach me. The ground rumbled underneath, a whirling, seething beast that can't be contained, much like the people it brought with it. Their cries echoed throughout my very being, piercing and hammering my body unrelentlessly. His warm hands, streaked with dirt, encircled my back. Deep onyx eyes, filled with a sheen of grief, looked into mine. "It's time." A simple enough sentence. However it was one the gripped my heart, filling it with ice to halt it's frantic beating. "No! No! I refuse it! You only did what you thought was right, you tried to help them!" I was in the throes of insanity, the pressure and panic kept building, climbing at an inhuman rate as the rage filled cries and footsteps drew ever closer. My hands beat at him, trying to make him see sense, he couldn't leave me, he simply couldn't.
How would I wake up in the morning, without his blazing smile and warmth? Would I never be able to brush my hands through his short chestnut curls again, never witness the way his eyes scrunched up when his glorious laugh slipped out and filled me up once more?
Would I even want to wake up if I knew he wouldn't be there?
My eyes squeezed close, a failing effort to keep the masses of tears behind my eyelids at bay. "Please don't go..." I whispered with choked breaths.
"You know I have to." He said, a tear slipping down his cheek. And he was right. They had finally reached the door, hammering on it with a fiery rage. The lock wouldn't hold out for much longer. Defeat and despair settled heavily in my chest, like chains of destruction wrapping around me. My heels lifted off the ground, my hands snaking up to settle on his cheeks, which were covered in a slick wetness much like my own. My trembling lips touched his cheek for the last time. "I love you." I whispered, and with that final, evanescent moment, hell was unleashed, and the lock broke.