Their first
He can't do this. He couldn't just die on her as if that would make all her problems go away.
She could've saved him. She could've just wrapped her hair around his wound, sung her song, and he'd still be here. But before she could, it was gone as well. Cut by the one person she wanted to save. Cut by the one person who'd rather die than see her leave chained to the witch who killed. 'What was he thinking?' she thought.
He couldn't live with that. Even if he were still alive he'd never stop looking for her, never stop thinking of her, and never stop beating himself up as to why she'd sacrifice her new found freedom and dreams just to have the pleasure of knowing he was alive. 'What was she thinking?' he thought.
She needed freedom. She needed to live out her dreams and he wasn't gonna let anyone stop her, even if that ended his own life.
'But why' she kept asking herself. Didn't he care that he wouldn't be there for her anymore? She needed him in her new life. Whether she was lost or scared or depressed, he gave her the strength to keep going, to fight her own battles, to never give up hope. Did he even know how she felt about him.
He did care. And he did know. He cared much more about her life than his, about her dreams than his. He knew there was a spark. There always had been, there always would've been. But he knew, sooner or later, she had to let him go. He made the choice to save her, and his only regret about it was that he couldn't get those 3 special words out to make it final. 3 special words called 'I love you'.
She put his hand on her hair, that didn't work. She sung her song for him, that didn't work either. She cried for him endlessly not to leave her, nothing had worked. Nothing would bring him back.
Never would he have done what he did were it not for her benefit. Never would he have done what he did for anyone else but her. She had shown him the good in all things.
There were so many things she'd wanted to say to him, but he spoke first. Their last words together was that she was his new dream and he was her dream too. She wanted to tell him more, so much more. She wanted to tell him that he was her first. He was the first man she ever laid eyes on, he was her first real friend, and he was her first and only true love.
He needed more time. Time to tell her everything, how he felt about her, how he savored every moment they shared, and how she, in 1 day, taught him what it meant to really fight for something. But most of all, he wanted to tell her that she was his first. She was the first woman he'd never ruin, she was the first person to remind him who he was, and she was the first and only person worth dying for.
And at last, they had seen the light.