He didn't have much longer. I could see it in his eyes. Beneath his chocolate hair, a single drop of crimson dripped down before I brushed it away. If only I could brush away the rest of it. Blood pooled around my feet, pouring from the bullet hole in his chest. He let out a gasp of pain, and the blood poured out faster, mingling with the stupid tears that had sprung up in my eyes. He reached up, touching his fingertip to the falling teardrops. He looked disconcerted, as if the only thing that mattered to him was my tears. He shifted, wincing with every movement, until he was sitting up. His arms opened, and I curled into them, all-out sobbing now. Although it must have hurt the idiot even more, he stroked my hair, murmuring until I calmed down.
"Shh. It's okay, Mi corazón, it's okay." I stopped crying and just held onto him for dear life.
"Antonio," I finally whispered, "Ti...Ti amo." He grimaced before replying.
"Well, you sure picked a hell of a time to tell me. Te amo, Lovi. Te amo." We sat like that, uneven breaths meeting in the cold air until the sun came down and the stars came up. "Do you remember the song I used to sing when you were afraid of the thunder?" I nodded and he began to sing.
"So I hummed something soft and sweet
The stars came out as we moved our feet
So won't you take my hand
Take my heart
Promise to never stop dancing once we start."
I joined in, our voices mixing together. I tried desperately to forget that this might be the last time I would hear him.
"Cause this is our song."
He pulled me into a kiss, sweet and warm and wonderful, but with one last whisper on my ear his lips turned cold.
"Goodnight, Mi tomate."
Goodnight.
