"I love you."
She chokes out the words, her dying breaths hot against my lips (dying to make up all we missed), without regret or fear, just the love she never got a chance to have.
(red soaks every part of her and seeps on to my finger tips)
Before she only invaded my mind every now and then, when a blond head came my way (and when Sam's guilty conscience turned on her), but now when we were finally face to face she was all that I could think about.
And I fear if she, this little thing who's braver then I ever knew she was, dies in my arms, which might happen very soon, she won't leave my thoughts for a second till I follow her in death.
(from the looks of it third times a charm)
The person I was when I left her high and dry hasn't been since I found myself swallowing hellfire, and found Sam's hands choking away my life, wouldn't have said it back, just something with lots of snarky comments, but now it was all I could give her.
(as our lips found each other for the first and last time)
"Ditto, kiddo, I'll see you another life."