an·gle noun \ˈaŋ-gəl\
: the difference between the direction of two lines or surfaces that come together : the space or shape formed when two lines or surfaces meet each other
The beams of light formed an angle where darkness began.
"CLOVE! Clove, please, PLEASE, don't leave me!"
The darkness was like a river, slowly eating at the shores of light. No, not eating… tearing. It tore, then faded, then tore some more. I could feel an agonizing pain in my head… and a hand. Please don't leave me, Cato. Stay with me. I'm scared, Cato, it's too dark.
"Clove… say you're okay… say something! Please, Clove!"
My mouth could barely form words. My lungs could barely grasp air. I knew that I was dying, but I was still hanging on.
"Cato." Cato had to lean in to hear me. I grasped his hand weakly and began to choke.
"Please say something, Clove."
"I- I love you." Tears poured down my cheeks and dripped onto the grass. The beams of light began to dim, and darkness began ripping apart my vision.
"I love you, too, Clove."
"NO! No, no, no, I love you, I love you, I love you!" I began panicking, my voice rising to a soft yell. I needed him to know before I died. "I love you so much, Cato! I always have! Don't leave, it's too dark, please stay! You have to stay! You're the only person I care about, please don't go. Please…"
He was the only person whom I had ever said 'please' to. And I was dying.
"You'll be safe. I'll see you soon, I promise. I love you, Clover."
Darkness killed everything.
"Cato…"
BOOM.
Hope you enjoyed this drabble…
BUT IT'S DEDICATED TO MY FRIEND TROLLALALA!
