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The day he tells her how he really feels is the day she dies.
She lies in his arms, shaking as death starts to grip her, and watches him with glassy eyes. All he can do is hold her close and ignore the blood staining her lips as he presses his own there. Their last kiss tastes of regret for everything they should've done and everything they'll never do.
"I love you," he whispers, rubbing his thumb gently back and forth along the curve of her cheekbone. "I love you so much, Jo."
"Dean..."
He shakes his head, willing away the burn in his eyes. "Shh, it's okay."
"No, it... it's not okay." She's starting to fade and he doesn't think he can hold it together much longer. "I love you," she breathes.
It's her last breath.