The last time.
She bent down, realizing the situation little by little.
She felt like her heart was going to stop.
- Athrun! – She whispered.
And he looked to her asking her to understand. But she couldn't do that. She didn't want that.
- Cagalli… - he spoke, his voice weak.
- No, don't speak… don't speak.
- They won't come in time… - he kept.
- Is not true, is not true, you will see…
But then he faced her, and her voice died.
He was leaning back on her. His head was resting on her shoulder, she was embracing his body.
How many time had past since the last time he was in her arms? And how many times she had desired and wished to embrace him again?
But not this way… not this way… her head was screaming.
She didn't want to accept. She couldn't.
She held him tight when she realized that he was becoming cold.
She felt his blood spill on her own clothes.
They faced each other for a few seconds, and then he closed his eyes.
- Don't. – She said to him, an order to him to don't give up.
- I love you. – He whispered, facing her again with his emeralds eyes.
She was weeping.
- I love you too. – She said. In despair.
- Being with you now… is a gift…
- Stop!
- I am not afraid…
- Stop, Athrun, please stop! – Her voice was weak.
He smiled to her.
With greatly effort, he managed to incline to her.
They lips met. Her lips were wet and salty, his lips was cold, but even thought, the kiss was passionate, longed. His hands disheveled her hair, her hands were more careful with his debilitated body.
But nevertheless, it was a goodbye.
And when the kiss came to an end, like all the forces had been drawn from his body, he leaned on her shoulder again, breathing with difficult.
She was sobbing, and shaking, but she couldn't say goodbye. It was too much. She couldn't accept.
He was dying in her arms.
- Athrun. – she called.
He didn't answer.
- Athrun. – she called loudly.
He opened his eyes again, with effort.
He closed straight away.
But he stills breathing. She thought. He stills breathing.
At every second, every breath, she held her own breath, praying.
Anxiety took control of all her body.
It was a countdown.
But she stills praying every time she felt his weak breath.
Please… not this way… please…She begged for the God she had a long time renounced.
When the last glimmer of the sunset warmed then, she knew she would cry until the dawn.
His breath grew weaker and weaker, until stop at all.
And then she was embracing a cold, lifeless body and soaked with his blood.
She saw his face, It was calm.
And then she understood.
It was the end.
For him.
For them.
N/A: hope you liked.