Matthew slowly sat back against his lover's chest, feeling the warmth and safety of being with Gilbert brought him peace. He never thought he could trust again until he met the Prussian. He was so strong, so confident and the complete opposite of himself.
How did I get so lucky?
Gilbert Sat comfortably with his Canadian love close to his chest, Right here and right now with his lover close, feeling his skin and smelling his sweet cinnamon scented hair. He was no doubt the luckiest man in the world.
Matthew shifted and looked into the blood red eyes of his Prussian lover, Gilbert looked deep into Matthew's violet eyes and smiled at the blonde. Matthew returned the small smile and tilted his head slightly.
"Gilbert, Gilly… I love you so much."
Gilbert leaned in close to Matthew, their lips centimeters apart. "Birdie, you're my world and so much more." Their lips met in sweet chaste kiss.
Matthew lifted his arms so that both his hands tangled themselves in Gilbert's snowy white hair. He smiled sweetly at his first real love and kissed his nose.
Gilbert chuckled lightly and mimicked the cute gesture. All too quickly a metal door creaked open spilling light into the pitch blackness.
"Gilbert Beilschmidt, Matthew Williams. Let's go." Said a booming voice. Gilbert was lifted off the floor, hands cuffed behind him. He was led down the long concrete hallway; he flashed Matthew one last smile and took the long walk.
Matthew was lifted next, hands cuffed in front. He made his way down a familiar concrete hallway, but in a different direction of his lover's. He smiled to himself.
I'm so lucky…
Gilbert Beilschmidt and Matthew Williams were death row inmates at San Quentin Prison; they were arrested for pre meditated murder on both their younger brothers… These were their last moments.
(A/N) I don't really know….