Lavi's POV:
It had been a month since the man left home, he recalled, constantly working, trying not to remember the one he left behind. He remembered telling himself that he would be home soon to hold his beloved in his arms once again. But now he felt the pain of being away, not saying a proper good-bye, and the fear of losing the only thing that is precious to him.
Although the most thing that he feared at that moment was the thought that crossed his mind, he might never get the chance to tell that special person 'hello' again or say 'I love you' for the first time.
But what time he did have left in this world he wanted to spend it remembering the good times and not on the things that could have been. He remembered the smile on his love's face, and as soon as that smile popped in his head he started to cry, "I don't want to leave you, I'm sorry my love!" he cried and put the hand that wasn't holding his wound on his face.
By then the man was struggling to stay awake for the loose of too much blood was getting harder to deal with. But he did not want to sleep though he wanted to have a second chance. But most of all he wanted to hold the love of his life just one more time, more then anything else in the world.
He started to cry again. "If he saw me like this, crying, he would get mad at me for worrying too much." he managed out with a soft laugh. He then sighed and pulled his hand away from his face making a "thud" noise when it hit the wooden floor. He looked at the door in the room of where he was hiding and saw a figure coming towards him, "I'm ready reaper…" he whispered to soft to hear.