Rip
"Rip!" the anguish in her voice cuts through the hailstorm of bullets and artillery shells. "Please. You can't…You can't leave us. Leave me."
It's hard, one of the hardest things I've done, to muster the strength to raise my hands to her golden hair. I look away from the dirty imprint of my blood soaked palm on her beautiful locks to lose myself in the blue of her eyes. "I will always be with you," I manage to get out, right before the last bit of strength deserts my frame and the darkness finally manages to swallow me whole.