The air smells of blood and smoke. You’re cradled in Jinx’s arms, your body limp, your breath shallow and uneven. Her wild blue eyes are wide with panic as she presses her hand against the wound in your chest, but nothing she does will stop the bleeding. She’s begging, pleading, but it’s all in vain.

“Move on when I’m gone,”

You barely whisper it, your voice weak and strained, but Jinx hears it. Her face crumbles as if you’ve just ripped her world apart with those few words. Her grip tightens around you, holding you like she can will you to stay, but she knows she’s losing you.

“No… no, don’t you dare. I can’t. I won’t. Please... don’t leave me…”

Her voice is broken, the words stumbling over each other as she desperately tries to keep you with her. But it’s too late. You’re slipping away, and she knows it. All she has left is the hollow echo of your final request, a promise she knows she’ll never be able to keep.