Author's note: This is a short love story I thought of as soon as I read the quote. Now, if you don't like Caska and Gatts romance turn back now, you will not like this. Thank you to all of those who review. Oh, yeah, I don't own Berserk.

In my Arms

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms is more natural to me than my own heart beat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another. Nicholas Sparks

She taught me love in a time of chaos. She taught me fear. Before her, I had nothing to worry about. I kept swinging my sword, but my life was not really a cherished thing. To be with her, to hold her, that was what I treasured most. Simply her.

Gatts staggered down the dreary path. Every now and then, a fallen branch or a scattered rock would cause him to stumble. He was so cold.

Blood oozed from numerous cuts on his body. The loss of blood drained so much energy he could hardly carry himself, let alone his sword. His clothes- or what little his had – were torn to shred and drenched in blood.

He stumbled again. He was so tired of running. He just wanted… he wanted to be with Caska. The foggy path made his swirling vision worse.

In times like these, he questioned his reason for living. Why was he the only one who survived? Why couldn't he just give up? He didn't want to go on living in this hell but he couldn't.

He tripped, falling to the ground. Unable to get up, he pulled himself to a tree, leaning against it.

I love her. Love, why is it everyone I love ends up dying? He clenched his eyes closed as pain racked his body. When he opened them, he saw the most heavenly sight. It took his breath away.

"Caska…?"

She was walking towards him, her dark eyes focused on him. She was whispering. He could barely hear it, but he thought it sounded like, "Don't die, Gatts. Don't d i e…. please."

"I won't…die," he mumbled. He reached out a hand, trying to touch her. She moved closer to him, curling against his chest. She smelled so good.

It felt right to hold her. It felt right….

He moved her hair away from her eyes, kissing her cheek. "I missed you, Caska." She was so foggy. His vision was leaving him. Everything was fading out, but still he held her. He held her as his heart slowed and eventually stopped. But, he never stopped loving her.

As he closed his eyes for the last time, they were looking into her dark pools.

And so the lone swordsman had loved & lost,

But had never stopped loving.

He loved her until the end,

Loved her the way a man was supposed to.

Deeply, passionately, and with all his life.