Dying Light
He never thought it would end like this.
He wanted him safe.
He never imagined that he would be hurt.
He stared at him. His mind grasping one thought from the millions swirling in is head.
"Hide…" He whispered. The one thought was changing, turning into two.
His best friend, with a shock of black in his messy, blonde hair, smiling at him.
His best friend, clad in grey armor, standing in front of him. Bleeding. Crimson liquid dripping from a hole in his stomach.
He took a step forward, now so close to him, but yet he could not reach.
The blood was now pooling onto the floor. His best friend was on his knees, but still smiling.
"I screwed up….just a little bit out there…"
He saw him fall slightly forward and reached out.
"Hide…"
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Their pain was unbearable.
"Kaneki."
His bloody hands gripped his shoulders and their eyes met.
"Let's go home."
He was still smiling, the corners of his eyes still crinkling.
"Let's go home."
His body slumped to the floor and the lights faded away. The silence was deafening as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
His best friend, dying in his arms.
His best friend, smiling up at him with closed eyes.
"Let's go home."
Thank you so much for reading. Until then,
Sayonara.