your chest tightened as the first tear slipped down your cheek
"please don't leave me" you whispered into his shoulder, his ragged breaths becomeing more and more shallow.
"it's alright, Old Chap" He whispered back, his voice hoarse.
"Jake, you can't leave, not here, not like this" voice begining to crack, you buried your face deeper into the crook of his neck, tears now freely falling.
"Dirk, I'm not going anywhere, I promi" He was cut off by a harsh cough, the blood from the wound in his chest dripping onto your hand. He tried to smile at you and he stilled, you shook him gently. His eyes stared at the sky, seeing nothing, his shallow breaths had stopped. you lowered him out of your lap and laid him on the ground, pressing your forehead to his, you let go of his hand for the last time. you pressed a kiss to the to top of his head and unclipped the gun from it's holder on his hip. Cocking the small pistol, you put it under your chin and closed your eyes. you screamed out at the sky and pulled, and then nothing. opening your eyes, you were still there, kneeling on a dirty back ally in a puddle of blood still seeping from the man you loved. you blinked and popped the cartridge, Empty. you laughed out of sheer defeat and collapsed onto the ground.
"you couldn't even let me go with you, god damnit"
"Jakey! Dirky! Where are you?" Roxy called out from a distance away, you glanced at the corpse of the man who stabbed Jake, his neck at an awkward angle from where you snapped it in your previous blind rage. you just laid on the ground and felt like you couldn't breathe until you saw Roxy's and Jane's shoes come into view and you heard them scream.
you shot up in bed, your fists gripping the sheets so tightly that your knuckles hurt, you took a deep breath and ran your fingers through your messy hair. Just the dream again, Same dream every night. you sat in bed until you heard your phone ring from the bedside table, the pink cat symbol lit up the screen alerting you to it being Roxy, you sighed and threw the covers off yourself, Padding down the hallway to the kitchen you turned on the coffee pot and sat down at the table, watching the drip, drip, drip of the coffee. It was going to be another long day.
