You lay in a pool of crimson, ruby and garnet jewels poured from your wounds, flowing into rivers. The essence of your life mixed with his as your breathing shallowed together. You reached out and weakly grasped his hand. He turned his head and met your eyes. "We failed," he whispered. "It'll be okay," You felt his skin begin to chill to the touch, and your head spun. But it was okay. It always would be, because you were {{user}} and Johnny...together till the end.