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Death
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She saw him fall, a his body curving in an exquisite arc before hitting the ground. Blood leaked from his broken body, eyes fading into the distance. His clothes torn, death overtaking him in his race and throwing him into the dust of oblivion. His black hair was matted with sweat and dust, hand reaching out in a final effort to protect something, someone. She ran to him, ignoring the pleas of those around her, reaching out and holding his gloved hands, pleading, begging him to hold on to life. I promised I would protect you.
He saw her jerk as the bullet collided with her frame. Saw her eyes widen in shock as she began to comprehend the situation, a soft gasp escaping her lips, blood beginning to trickle from the corner of her mouth. He caught her in his arms as she stumbled and fell, he called out her name desperately. Her blood seeped through the uniform into his, her warmth staining his being. He felt her go limp, and he clutched her desperately, screaming her name, over and over until his voice went hoarse. I failed someone else.
And then they would wake, each in their respective beds, in their respective apartments, drenched in cold sweat and breath coming heavily. Each with eyes widened in terror, each fearing sleeping again, fearing reliving the moment of watching the other die. But each would close their eyes again, each dreading tomorrow, when uncertainties become reality.