The End

By Spectral Scribe

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He falls like the rain tumbling gracefully to the ground. The world is falling… falling… like leaves, crisp and crimson, in autumn.

I try to catch him.

He's heavy, eyes rolling back, and god no, the blood is crisp and crimson on his back. The world is falling…

I'm going to protect you, Sammy. Please…

We collapse together as the rain falls, my hands gripping him tightly to me as he drifts away. This can't be the end. His head lolls emptily; I can't let go. Descending water stings and blurs.

This can't be…

…the world is falling…

…the end.