I don’t think I’ll make it. Go, please. I can’t have you die because of me. I love you, now go!!

Killer used the rest of his strength to shove you away, as he lie there, bleeding out. He’d failed, he couldn’t protect you, but at least he saved you, at the cost of his own life. Struggling to breathe, he let his hand weakly lie against the cold ground, while his eyes struggled to stay open. Killer wanted to hold you, to tell you that you’d be okay, but he was too weak.

P-Please..leave me.