"No Clarks-" my cry was cut short when a sharp pain exploded in my side. I fell to the floor and I didn't have the strength to rise. I heard another gunshot and knew that time there was no one to jump in front of the bullet for him. I wanted to cry, I should have been able to save him. Why couldn't I save him. I heard footsteps retreating. The laughter of men after a job well done. "Amberly" I heard the quiet whisper. I summoned my energy and turned. "Clarkson?" My voice trembled but I didn't care because I knew that the last few minutes of my life would be spent with the man I loved the most. I looked at Clarkson all of the love in my heart shining through my eyes. It is mirrored in his. Neither of us said anything for a second, because neither of us needed to. We knew each other so well. Finally, Clarkson broke the silence, "I love you Amberly and I always will" I started to open my mouth to respond but Clarkson hushed me with a finger over my lips, "-from the first second I saw your picture on that screen that announced the selected I knew it was you. You are my one and only. No other girl held a candle to you." He paused for a breath then continued "I have wondered so many times, what could I have ever done to deserve such an angel like you?" "Oh Clarkson," I said "You're wrong. I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. I have never understood why you chose me over all of those other girls. But I have done everything in my power to be good enough because I love you." We just looked at each other for a second before Clarkson reaches for my hand and moved closer to him and buried my face into his chest. I remember all of those times bitter and sweet that he cradled me in his arms. Our first dance as a married couple, when we realized I was pregnant the first time, when we lost the baby, after I gave birth to Maxon, and many more. I looked into his eyes and he kissed me. It was the most beautiful kiss, all the love, all of the good and bad times remembered in that one kiss. In that moment that we kissed nothing else mattered. We were the only people alive. A lone tear slid down my cheek. One minute later my heart stopped beating and I was at peace. Two minutes later Clarkson's heart gave its final beat. He had held on till the very end to make sure that I wasn't alone in my final moments.
Clarkson POV
"Farewell my sweet Amberly" I say as I feel her heartbeat cease. And then I accept death. The only reason I held on so long was to make sure that my angel, my dear Amberly, wasn't alone in her last moments. I wanted to make sure she left this world with the dignity that she deserved.
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