In retrospect, it was safe to admit that none of this should have happened in the first place. The fact that she had even made it this far was a miracle, but the end of this adventure was approaching. That was the first thought that came to mind as the the daemon's giant blade came down at her, her own tiny body reacting far too slow. It was inevitable, was the second thought as she was sent across the room, crashing through a window and finally rolling to a stop like a flimsy ragdoll. As the final pages began to turn, the young woman decided to cling onto life a little more, and pulled her broken body a few feet away, and propped herself up against a tree. She clutched in her left hand a trinket, and with her right she attempted to keep the innards from escaping her body; she had yet to see the damage, but she just knew that it was something she couldn't stomach - she already felt the soaking warmth of her own blood and it pooled around her stiff body, and feel the absence of feeling anything at all. She wished it didn't have to end this way.
"No!" a pained cry broke through the night, and suddenly Prompto was there, falling to his knees by his side, crying and trying his best to help, but eventually settling to just try and stop the bleeding. "Hang in there!" was one of the things he told her, however as her vision began to swim in and out of the black unconsciousness, she was unable to make out the words spoken. She was sure he also had screamed for help, but the fight was still ongoing - no one was coming to help.
The girl lifted her bloody hand, and rested it atop his, and action that made the boy pause and whimper ever so slightly. "Prom..pto…" she managed to say through shallow gasps. "I…"
"No, shhh, don't," he insisted, trying to hold back tears. He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, taking a shaking breath. "You're gonna be fine, don't w-"
"No…"
Prompto looked at her, and the tears began to stream down his cheeks. He sniffled, shaking his head, trying to deny what he knew would be the inevitable ending. "No," he said. "No, I can't- don't make me- I just…" Sniffling again, he took a breath. "Don't leave me, please," he begged through sobs that wracked his entire body.
"I'm… sorry…" the girl managed to say as she lifted her hand up to touch his cheek, her thumb gently brushing away his tears. It was truly her fault - if only she had not acted on her feelings, then maybe she would not have caused him so much pain and heartache. "...love… you…"
Through tears, the usually energetic blonde gave a sad smile. "Yeah, I know," he assured her. "I love you too." He gave a nod. "Always."
Leaning forwards, the two shared one last kiss before the story finally came to an end.
And then, it replayed.