Wild hair.
Lightning.
The wind whipped around his head, thundering, deafening, drowning out the world.
Cold.
Blood.
He tried to roll on to his side. See the source of the blue light.
Failed.
Lost.
They would be dead soon, or at least he would.
Slipping.
Crying.
He didn't remember when the tears began dripping down his face.
Crashing.
Burning.
He would give the last of his strength to make sure that she lived.
Fading.
Darkness.
There was a presence at his side, pressing at his chest, murmuring meaningless assurances.
Blue eyes.
Warmth.
He kissed her, long and hard.
Falling.
Silence.
100 words. Drabble practice.
