One Last Breath
The pain shoots through the beautiful blonde's body as the blades pierce her bare back. Even though the pain is intense, she doesn't scream or cry. She already knows she's weak, everyone does but even so, she's determined to make herself useful to her lover one last time.
As the pain subsides and the blonde feels the blades in her back no more, she falls. She falls forward into the arms of her lover, whom she was shielding with her own body.
She looks up at him. Her soft blue gaze meets his lifeless brown as he falls down to his knees, still holding her lithe frame in his embrace. Then, for the first time in what had felt like forever, he cries.
"Yasuo…"
The blonde cups her lover's face with her shivering hands. It devastates her to see him like this.
Crying had always been a natural instinct for her but for him, it was quite the opposite. Therefore, she would always cry for him, so that he didn't have to. Now he's the one crying for her because, no matter how much she wants to, she isn't able to cry a single tear.
However, she does not want to see him cry during her final moments. She delicately wipes his tears away from his cheeks and smiles weakly.
"Smile."
He looks at her, confused to why she's asking him to do such a thing as smile when she's dying, her crimson blood tainting her white clothes.
He wants to save her, but he knows that it would all be in vain. His wind can't heal one the way hers can. Her wind was always superior in that way, it had saved the both of them countless times whereas all his could do was shed blood.
Her wind could be devastating as well, but she didn't ever claim nearly as many lives as he did. Her wind was pure, and maybe it was that purity that had attracted him to her in the first place.
As his memories start to get to him, her entire life flashes before her eyes. Except for a few moments that seems to be played on repeat, the moments she spent with him. They had been through so much together, mainly fighting side-by-side. They were such a good team.
She would heal him up after battles and he, in turn, would comfort her when she cried.
She sees the nights they spent together, pictures of their bodies moving in perfect harmony appear before her eyes. Then, just as suddenly as they appeared, they're gone again. She knows her time is up now, she's practically bathing in her own blood and her vision is starting to get blurry. She looks up towards her lover.
"Goodbye, Yasuo," she whispers and then, with a smile on her face, she takes one last breath before she dies in his arms.
A/N: I've wanted to write that so badly for about a week or so. It's nice to finally have it written. As this is my first one-shot, I would appreciate reviews. That's all for me I guess, bye for now!
