I smile sadly as he puts me down; the hole in my stomach staining my shirt with blood.
"I'm sorry." He says – it means a lot more, sorry I wasn't there to help, sorry you're dying, sorry I didn't say before now.
"D-don't me-mention it." It takes a while for me to complete the sentence. Too much blood. Too much death.
He nudges my hand shyly and I let him hold it ( Who knows when I'll see him next?) I wish we could have had longer to be together but the world's cruel like that.
"Goodbye Val"
"G-goodbye Caelan..."