It is raining, but she does not know.
She only knows blonde tresses, fingers sliding over cool steel, warm lips against hers as she is molded to fit against him.
She only knows that everlasting pain, watching him go to get hurt, watching him leave her.
She only knows a blade through her stomach, and endless red.
He is screaming, but he does not know.
He only knows sapphire blue eyes, a sunny smile, a wrench hitting his head as he hears joyous laughter.
He only knows his arm and leg, ripped away from him.
He only knows her lying on the ground.
She is crying, but she does not know.
She feels water, and she cannot tell if it is blood or rain or something else entirely.
She can only see a splatter of blood, dissolving as it is diluted by the sky's tears.
She can only see him, falling to the ground.
He is smiling, but he does not know.
They are now equal; neither about the other nor below. Both can see the same shade of red, the same golden hair, and the same fiery determination fading into nothing.
They are dying, and they both know.
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A drabble, apparently. o.O This seemed longer when I wrote it down. Oh well.
Another one's coming up. How come I always get inspiration at 12 AM? D: