"Fi!" Michael yelled as he ran up the hill, slippery from the hard rain. "Fiona." He whispered as he came to a sliding stop in front of Fiona. He dropped to his knees and placed his hand on her chest, which was bleeding badly from the bullet wound. "Micheal." She whispered back, weakly. "Fi, Sam's coming, just hang in there."
He looked around, for something, anything that could help him. He came up short. "I'll be alright, Michael. We'll be together in the end." She placed her hand over his, and gave him a small smile. Michael looked back, panic in his eyes. "No, Fi! This isn't the end! Sam's coming, Jesse should be here-" "Michael?" He looked back at her, a single tear rolling down his face, mixing with the rain. "I love you." Michael placed his hand on her face, his other holding her hand with his. He paused. "I love you t-." Fiona took a breath, and her head rolled to the side, her eyes closing. He knew she was gone without even checking for a pulse. He dipped his head, letting the rain wash away the tears and blood that had accumulated.
"I love you too, Fi."
He lifted his head to the heavens,closed his eye, and whispered into the mist: "I love you too."