"You're not gonna leave me here to die alone, right?". ."No.. no, I won't leave.."
Even as you died, you still wanted him close.. even after he stabbed you in the cold snow, you still loved him..? Why did he feel guilt? Why did he feel sadness within..
All he needed was the key to getting his friend outta jail he'd take your money after, but why did he feel resentment to those wants why did he feel that missing trace of love warming into his heart?
You had loved him and spoiled him, giving him everything he ever demanded or asked for, giving him affection even though he manipulated you even through everything you still loved and trusted him.
And look where that got you a stab wound from a sword in your stomach blood dripping from your mouth and stomach your hand desperately trying to stop the bleeding tears in your eyes none of hate or fear but disappointment the icy cold snow beneath you staining a crimson sticky red with your blood as Itrapped stood in front of you his back facing you as he sighed with relief,
Removing the black veil that covered his face, you never saw his face, but you always thought either way he was beautiful as beautiful as a thousand stars twinkling amoung the summer night sky.
As he began to walk away, some things topped him, a teary and shaky sad and calm voice the voice of yours.
"You're not gonna leave me to die here alone, right..?"
you whispered, making him pause a panging feeling arousing in his chest the feeling of guilt and a hint of.. love..?
he turned around, showing you his face those blue eyes blending with his yellow hair he looked just as you imaged.
He walked back, snow crunching under beneath his heeled boots as he sat beside you, taking you in his arms and cradling his upper body.
"No.."
he mumbled.
"No.. I won't leave you.."
He mumbled his gloved hands, wiping the dripping blood from your lips that dripped to your chin.