A/N I own nothing
Wake up Darling
It broke his heart but he knew he had to do it. He had to wake up. He had to let go of this world he had created within his own mind. This beautiful world where his beloved Eames was…was…still alive.
But Arthur knew what he had to do. He had to return to reality. He had to leave Eames behind.
So he pulled the forger into an embrace, squeezing him tightly and breathing in his uniquely Eames smell of gun powder and cologne, trying to imprint it in his memory. Arthur pulled back and pressed his lips to his lovers'. As he did so he dreamed the gun in his hand. Felt the cold metal at odds with the warmth of his lovers lips. He raised the gun to his head.
Just as he pulled the trigger Eames pulled back, one word leaving his mouth in a whisper…
"Darling…"
Arthur woke with a start. His eyes tearing up instantly as he looked around Eames' apartment…his apartment now…his because Eames was gone.
But he could still hear his lovers' voice…
Whispering…
"Darling…"
A/N I don't even know...