She didn't know why it had to end this way. She didn't know why it had to be her. She didn't know why everything seemed to fade in and out, colors and shapes blending into one another as if they didn't even exist by themselves. And she didn't know why she couldn't have any longer. She stared deep into those silver eyes, infinite pools of sadness and grief, though they both knew this was only the start of those emotions. Her short black hair fell in her face, which I brushed out of her eyes to see a river of tears cascading down her cheeks and falling onto my skin. She held me in her arms, those soft yet strong arms that always seemed to know where I wanted them, how I wanted to be held, how I wanted to hold her. Ten seconds left.
Time passed so slowly to me in that moment, and a soft smile graced my features as I tried to look at her again. I felt tired, so tired to the point that I could barely fight to stay awake. My eyes fluttered to hers again, and I wondered why I couldn't feel the tears as they hit my skin. I tried to raise my hand and brush them away, the droplets of saltwater plaguing her beautiful features with the negativity and oblivion that comes with realization. "I love you…" The words slip so softly from my lips I wonder if they were even said aloud. But she whimpers and buries her face into my chest, and I know she understood them. Eight seconds left.
My arms found their way around her body, each of us holding the other as if it were the only thing that we could do. And, perhaps, it was. A pained sound came from her, muffled into my body as sobs violently racked through her. I wish I could comfort her, tell her everything would be alright as I murmured sweet nothings into her ear like I always did. I wished that I could feel her around me, her warmth, her smile, her presence, her lips, her love. But I couldn't. I wondered why, my memory fading away out of my grip, and even now I don't know exactly what had happened. But there was a part of me missing, reminding me of what it would feel like in eternity. Five seconds left.
Her head raised again, eyes looking at me with a sense of longing and solemnity that could only be felt by losing part of yourself. No, more than part; we were both losing everything we ever had, and anything we ever wanted. Her lips pressed to mine softly before she gave me one last look, a look more knowing and regretful than any I had ever seen. Her forehead pressed to mine, and I registered the feeling somehow, even as all others were numb to me. We both knew what to say.
"Forever"
I never knew I would relive this memory until she joined me here.
"Forever"
I never knew what she would do when I was gone.
"Forever"
I never knew how long my love for her would last.
Forever. One second left.