This was done for a prompt on Tumblr. I am not back to writing (exams, exams, exams!), this is a one off which I could not resist writing.
She seems him across the bridge. She sees him too late. He is standing underneath a flickering street lamp, his face showing, smiling, and then disappearing within a second. Before she can call out, a figure behind her grabs her roughly by the waist and yanks her back, holding a silver blade to her throat. Across the bridge, he catches a glimpse of her struggling and screaming and moves to run to her.
All she hears is the release of a bullet from a pistol and a soft oh.
She is still alive in the brief second where his body crumples to the floor, his knees giving way, and his head hitting roughly against the pavement. His eyes are still open, staring up at the magnificent sky, and from his mouth trails a small droplet of blood, seeping mercilessly through his stubble.
In that short moment, she screams out and then abruptly stops when the knife slots neatly between her ribs from behind and punctures her lung. She is pushed forward out of the way, and with the little strength she has left - even though her entire body is burning and shaking - she crawls to his body and takes his cold hand.
Her right hand spasming wildly, she slowly lifts it and brushes it against his cheek, and kisses the blood from the corner of his mouth. With her penultimate breath, she presses her lips against his, and then collapses down beside him, her hand still resting on his face, her lips still muzzled against his neck.
She looks up at the night sky, taking in the sight of the stars dancing wildly above her, but before she has opportunity, her heart gives out and her lips part.
From above, they look like two lovers, entwined and in total embrace, watching the sky and all it's colours.
In reality, they are united in death, where they never had the chance in life.