I know I said I was going to write some fluff, but this idea came to me and demanded to be written. It's my first piece through Fiona's eyes, heavily inspired by Taylor Swift's Last Kiss (part of which is used in the summary), and there is a major character death! So you might want to get the kleenex before reading on. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

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It wasn't supposed to be like this.

We were supposed to be happy.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

But it is.

One second. That was all it took. One second for me to be turned away, one second for a deafening bang. One second for me to shoot off my own round, and one second for you to fall to the floor with a bullet in your chest.

My own shot was brutally on the mark, and as that son of a bitch hit the floor dead, I fell to my knees beside you. Blood was already soaking your light blue shirt, and the look in your eyes was absolutely terrifying. Immediately I pressed my hand against the entry wound just above your heart, wincing as the warmth of your blood engulfed my hand.

"Stay with me, Michael. Stay with me," I whispered.

"Love you, Fi," you choked out, and my heart shattered with the realization that you were losing too much blood too fast, and you were struggling for every breath.

Part of me wanted to beg you to hold on, to keep pressing against the wound in some effort to stop the bleeding. But I think we both knew the truth.

Nothing could save you.

Tears fell shamelessly down my cheeks as I lifted you into my arms and held you against me. "I love you, too, Michael." Funny how it took this happening for us to both say that simple phrase.

You smiled, but all I could see was your face growing more pale by the second.

"Nowhere…"

I leaned in closer to you. "Nowhere what, Michael?"

"Nowhere… I'd rather be…" You coughed, and a thin rivulet of blood appeared at the corner of your mouth. "…than with you…"

The meaning of your words hit me with such violent force that I held you tighter, as though you could keep me centered. You rested your head on my shoulder, and I gently ran my bloodstained hand over your cheek.

"I love you, Michael." I kissed your forehead, then your lips. As I pulled away, you smiled softly and closed your eyes. With a soft sob, I rested my head against your chest and listened as your heartbeat became weaker and weaker, until I could no longer hear it.

As I pulled away, your expression was peaceful, almost serene, and I knew you were gone.

Now my heart still beats, but I died with you in that moment.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

The End.

A/N: *hides under rock* Thanks for reading, and please review!