Painful Goodbye
John was sitting at home on his sofa watching TV, like usual. He wasn't expecting anything to happen. His boyfriend was off in his own little world. He recently left the company and was trying to get out of the lime light. Not much in doing any good.
Just as John was about to go out to grab a bite to eat, he heard some kind of loud bang coming from outside. Not knowing what it was, he just shrugged it off and began walking out to his car. Just as he was about to get in, out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone lying down on the road. He ignored it since he thought it was just someone off the streets, which was until he heard a familiar voice.
"John," Phil spoke weakly, trying to reach for his boyfriend. He couldn't get up, not wanting the wound in his chest to get worse.
Hearing the voice, John spun around and saw that it was his boyfriend Phil laying there with the wound in his chest. He dropped his keys and ran over to him. "Babe, what happened?" So many questions were running through his mind right now.
Phil gripped onto the wound that rested on his chest as he tried sitting up. How badly he just wanted to lay in his arms. "I…I got shot." He saw John scooping his arms around him as he just fell into them. The wound causing him some pain.
"Oh babe," was all he could whisper. Tears were forming, but he was able to fight them off.
"Now you hush John, listen to me." Phil tried taking a breath, but all it caused was pain to shoot through his body. "I…I'm sorry…for this. I do…love you." He groaned a bit in pain as he felt the pain shooting through his body again. "I…I envy you. Captain…fruity…pebbles," was the last thing he said before he started coughing up some blood.
The tears began to form more in John's eyes, the tears couldn't be held back any longer as they came out more, almost leaving a stain behind.
"J…John, don't you…cry now." Phil tried his best to laugh, but that failed as he grumbled in a bit of pain.
"I can't help it. "Let me go get help."
Hearing that, Phil did everything he could to not let John get up. "No…don't…there will…be…nothing…to save."
When John heard his boyfriend say that, he still wanted to get up and get help, but respected his boyfriend's wishes. Everything inside him was saying Go get help but Phil still wouldn't let him.
"I'd rather…die here…in your arms," he spoke softly as he started to shiver. "It's cold."
John pulled Phil into his arms a bit more, "I'm right here babe," he whispered as he continued to hold onto Phil. He didn't care if the blood was getting on his shirt now.
"John…what's taking…so long," he spoke as he began to feel himself getting weaker. His grip around his boyfriend was getting looser as his head slowly fell to a drop and his eyes closed.
John sat there holding Phil in his arms as the tears fell out of his eyes. He picked up the dead body and held him close to him. He didn't care if there was blood on him. "I'm sorry Phil, I'm sorry I wasn't right there," he spoke in between sobs.