I thought that, maybe, it would be harder...more painful or something. Surprisingly, I felt no pain, but I know he did. I saw his eyes widen in shock as I turned to him and collapsed. He caught me on my descent to the ground and screamed for the others, but they couldn't hear him. I barely could. It was growing darker by the second and the only way that I knew that he was still with me was because of his tight grip on my hand, his soft voice urging me to continue breathing, and, when the bombs were close enough, his illuminated figure. That and the fact that I knew he would never leave me. He told me how sorry he was that he had brought me into this, how much he didn't mean for it to happen. I put a shaking finger to his lips and told him not to be sorry. I told him that I didn't regret one moment of my life...that I loved my life. He smiled weakly and tears formed in the corners of his eyes. He mouthed that he loved me. I nodded to show him that I had understood and mouthed back the same. I told him to take care of my friends, even though we both knew that he would, and he nodded for me. I told him to take care of our children, to tell them that I love them...that I will always love them. I told him to tell my parents that I'm sorry and that I love them. And then I told him that I was sorry. That I wasn't strong enough...that I couldn't stay much longer. He held me close and kissed my lips one last time. He looked into my eyes and I into his. I took one last breath and let go.