A/N: This one was written before the Finale. I also think it goes well with my other drabble "Blindfold".
EYELASH
It hangs on them, about to fall, quivering slightly. The tear on her eyelashes, that is.
And it's funny, really, how he can see it so clearly and sharply, when everything else around him has turned fuzzy and dark. He himself feels incredibly numb and weightless. He doesn't even feel her hands on his face, fingers digging into his flesh, her face so close to his. And when she speaks, her words are muffled, as if his head was under water.
"Peter, please, stay with me. Don't do this to me."
He doesn't even see the desperation in her eyes. All he sees is that tear. And when it finally falls, it lands on his lips, and slides into his mouth. And for a moment there, he can taste it, blending with the acre tinge of his blood.
The salt, the pain, the plea.
'It's okay…' he wants to tell her.
But he cannot speak anymore.