"Aishiteru."
The last sentence he uttered had been his love for them.
He tilted his head upwards to see them better, and their tears fell on his blood-stained lips.
The last thing he tasted had been their blood-stained tears.
He raised an arm, just barely, and they both clutched it tightly, pressing it between their drenched cheeks.
The last thing he touched had been their pale, warm skin.
He whispered with his last breath to them, two words that were almost carried away by the wind.
The last words he whispered had been their names, the names he and their mother had given them.
He flashed that full-fledged grin of their mother's at them, that grin he showed only to them.
The last grin he gave had been for them and them alone.
He gathered all of his love, all of his forgiveness; all of the things that made him uniquely their father into his eyes at that very last moment, the moment before his eyes slowly fluttered shut, never to open again.
And the last things he saw had been their tearful eyes.
…And that of their mother's smiling ones
As she held her hand out to him
From where she hovered above them
Her angelic wings encasing them all
In an embrace
Her children could not see, but certainly feel
As she flashed that full-fledged grin of hers at him
Grasping his hand
That their children still held.