He grabbed my hand when I was within distance. I weaved our fingers together and crept closer. I didn’trest until I lay right next to him. I kept his hand in a crushing grip and my face turned toward his. Swelling had already started to close up his eyes, and I couldn’t see the beautiful blue color. And hisnose…oh my god, his nose.
“Gabriel. Talk to me.”
His mouth moved but no sound came out. It didn’t matter, I knew what he was saying. What he always said.
I love you forever, Firebird.
Again and again, he repeated the inaudible words until darkness overtook my world, never to leave again.
* * * *
When I woke up, with a broken tibia and a ruptured spleen, he was dead.
Gone.