Crack.
The noise made her heart stop for the second time in less than two years. She spun around, as if in slow motion, just in time to see him fall to the ground,
"No!" She gasped, brown hair whipping behind her. "No, no, no!" She shouted, louder this time when she reached his side.
Red blood seeped out onto a blue pin striped shirt and a gray sweater. He stared down at the spot in morbid curiosity before his head fell back, eyes struggling to stay open.
"Ned." She whispered brokenly. "No, don't leave me!" She begged of him. "I love you too much." She admitted.
And it was true. He was her whole life. Her whole reason for existence-literally. He was her heart, her joy, her life, her love, her soul. Without him, she was just...dead. She wouldn't have a reason for existing.
"Ch-Chuck." His voice was raspy with strain and he fought for a few last seconds. "I lo-love you. So much. I-I'm sorry I never g-got to k-kiss you prop-properly." He coughed. Blood appeared on his quickly paling lips.
"I know Ned. I know." She cried out to him. "I'm sorry too." Her tears dripped onto his chest, mixing with the red.
Chuck made her decision quickly. She couldn't live without him. It would be too painful.
Ned struggled with all his might to keep breathing- but in the end the effort was too much.
As Ned Pace took his last breaths on earth, as his mind started to fail from lack of oxygen, as his lungs trembled inside him, he was aware of a pair of sweet lips that tasted of honey and…cheese? Brush his.
It must have been a fluke, or maybe the fates knew that he was dying too, but as she kissed him (he tasted of cherry pie, of course) she did not, in fact, fall dead instantly. She was able to savor a few precious moments with the love of her (short) life.
He took his last breath with her lips on his, thinking this was possibly the best feeling in the world.
In her last few minutes of awareness in what we mere mortals call reality (because really, is it reality if there's a life after this?) she knew that she did not have any regrets what-so-ever. Nothing to be sorry for.
The facts are these: Ned Pace and Charlotte Charles, at Twenty-Nine years, four weeks, and fifty-four minutes old and Twenty-Eight years, seventeen weeks, twenty-seven minutes, respectively, died at precisely 10:02 on the eve of June 24th. And even though I would like to say they lived happily ever after, I alas, cannot. I can, however, tell you that the Pie Maker and his Childhood Sweetheart died peacefully, harmoniously, and dare I say, happily, in each other's arms.