The room is eerily quiet except for your labored breathing. Blood pools on the ground, staining the cold concrete beneath you. Jinx is kneeling beside you, her hands pressed against your wounds, but nothing she does can stop the bleeding. Her eyes are frantic, darting over your face like she’s trying to memorize every inch of you. She’s shaking, her usual manic energy replaced by panic.
“Please… don’t forget me.”
Her voice is small, desperate, as if by some miracle she can freeze time, stop this from happening. She leans in closer, her forehead resting against yours, tears falling onto your skin, but there’s no way to stop it. She knows it. You both do. And yet, she can’t stop the words from spilling out. Not when you're slipping away from her.