Most people would prefer to die silently, painlessly in there sleep. Not her though. She didn't mind if the last thing she heard was a gunshot. As long as he made it to the top, as long as he was safe. That's why; as she heard the ambulance's sirens in the distance she was able to grace him with a small tender smile.
"Sir," she whispered; that smile still gracing her lips,"that man I told you about, the one I vowed to protect…" She forced herself to breathe and look up into his worrying onyx eyes. "was you." As she exhaled those last words, the fire that lit those amber eyes soon diminished. Just as soon as he claimed his title as Fuhrer, just as soon as he was about to throw out the anti-fraternization laws, just when he had everything he could've dreamed of the one thing he loved more than anything gets taken away.
He raised his head up and looked at the sky to begin to yell at God or whoever took his Riza away when he felt a raindrop hit his forehead and then one rolled down his cheek.