He could see her smiling at him now. Even though he couldn't take the life of the man that took her away from him, he knew that at least it wouldn't be long before he could join her.
His vision was blurring but that was the least of his worries. His breathing slowed down and his heart thumped slower. At least when he would see her, he would know that he kept his promise to be a good man for her.
They made a promise to each other that when everything was said and done, they would meet again. He could care less about anything else now, the numbers, Finch, none of them really mattered anymore. He wore his heart on his sleeve for them to offer some sort comfort and keep them alive.
His life poured out of him but he could finally see something. It was hard at first, the silhouette was darkened and he couldn't make out any noticeable features. The curves though were all to familiar, ones that he had come to admire and feel under his fingers.
She was smiling at him as she approached. She was so beautiful even though he had only just lost her. It seemed all too surreal that she really had come to take him away from the pain. She was the only one that really could after all.
If he had survived, the world wouldn't be worth saving. Good people like her would be taken away while the bad guys would walk around free and clear. That's why he wanted Quinn and Simmons. Their executions needed to be swift.
Her voice spoke to him though, begging for him to reconsider what he was about to do. If he went through with it, he would never be able to see her again. He held back the bullet from the chamber, hoping that his injuries would finish him.
Her hand was reaching out for him. He was quick to take it, noticing how soft and warm she felt. Suddenly his body felt lighter and he could feel no pain. This was what death felt like. It was something that he had been willing to embrace before he met her. She was the reason for everything. Now he would have her all to himself.
No one would be able to judge them now. He had been afraid to tell her everything, the fear of rejection because of the lifestyle paths they chose.
He was standing now, looking down at the smile that graced her features, enticing him to do the same. Her hair was flowing down past her shoulders as she wore a white dress, something that she never done before. She would do something different just for him. His hand caressed her face and she leaned into his touch. He didn't wait to press his lips to hers, remembering what was said as they faced death together.
At least now they could be together on the other side like they promised.