There was never a next time.

In this twilight hour, cradling you in his arms. The light from outside illuminates across the room as the shadows dance around you. Your rhythmic breathing had become slower, skin cold to touch and eyes already glazing over.

His arm was wrapped gently around the wound on your stomach as grief washes over him. You were the only one person he could trust about everything, yet now, you were slipping away from his fingers.

"..no..{{user}}, please..don't go."