I Love You
By: KellyCRocker59
Chapter Four: Pain
Yeah, this is the longest chapter yet, and rather depressing. The next chapter should be better (as in happier).
He rode as quickly as he could to the body that fell to the ground, blood shooting from the man's wound. Thoughts raced through the knight's head as he came closer and closer to the figure; the day that they had first kissed, when they had made love for the first time, and the summer that he had been painted into various landscapes by the other man.
One memory stuck out the most, though; the night he had left his partner for a woman. The night that he had thought what they were doing was against the gods, and when he had left the painter for a mage woman. It was the worst mistake of his life.
He dismounted his horse, tears obscuring his vision as he ran to the fallen man. He came to the smaller knight and fell to his knees, hands shaking as he looked down at him in horror.
"I-It doesn't hurt." Forde gasped, looking up at Kyle from where his eyes had locked on the hole that spewed blood, coughing and splattering blood on the green-haired knight's face and breastplate.
"It was already there when you abandoned me." He finished.
Kyle fell over Forde, pulling the blond against his chest. He sobbed against smaller knight, rocking back and forth.
"H-Healer! We need a healer!" Kyle screamed, raising his head from Forde's shoulder.
"K-Kyle, it's fine; I'm ready." Forde whispered, coughing again and causing blood to hit Kyle's face.
"I'm not ready! I can't lose you, Forde. I can't!" He cried, sobbing against the painter's chest and pulling the blond close again.
"Forde, I'm so sorry; I never should have left you. There's no way that love like this can be wrong. Please, don't give up!" The green-haired man whimpered.
"It's fine, Kyle. I should have never pressured you into a relationship that you weren't comfortable with. It's my fault that you left." Forde whispered.
"No! I love you, Forde; nothing could ever change that! I'm so sorry for all the pain I put you through. Please, just allow me another chance! Isn't there a damn healer anywhere?" He cried.
"My only regret is that I drove you away, Kyle." Forde said, coughing again.
"No, Forde; that was my fault! Don't leave me!"
"Kyle, will you…kiss me?" Forde asked.
Kyle pulled back and pressed his lips tenderly against the blonde's, one of the painter's arms going weakly over the taller man's shoulders, his other hand reaching for Kyle's. The green-haired knight interwove their fingers as his beloved slowly slipped into death. He pulled away and looked into Forde's unseeing eyes.
"Forde! Forde, no! Not yet, dammit, not yet!" He screamed.
But it was too late. The pain had been overwhelming.
