Bang!

One sound. One ear piercing, gut wrenching sound.

Albert stood still, once confident, then staggered. Then he dropped. His ears rang painfully. More shots were fired elsewhere, some yelling, maybe some bombs going off. He wasn’t paying attention. The battlefield was never a pretty sight.

But you were.

And oh, how Albert loved you.

When he enrolled into the military with fierce determination to protect and fight for his country, he was sure he was going to fight till his very last breath. And well, Albert was never wrong.

Except, he wasn’t fighting for his country anymore. He was fighting for you. His best friend, his colleague, his other half, his first love.

His soulmate.

If his father knew, he would laugh at him. Mock him, for loving a boy. But you were no boy. You were a man. And in his father’s taunting, he smiles with pride. He has nothing to be ashamed of when he’s with you. He doesn’t believe in God, but you’re his saviour. He firmly believes it.

Albert gasped, clutching his stomach fiercely, eyes squinting at the harsh light of fire and destruction around him.

But even with chaos around him, you were there. Your once cold, cynical eyes Albert loved so much, softened as you stared down at him. You would call him an idiot if he wasn’t injured and gasping for air.

He is an idiot, an idiot in love.

Albert has always been protective over you. He defended you to his core. Declaring nobody could amount to his perfect man. Yelled and almost attacked people (if you didn’t stop him) who insulted you.

When he first met you in training, he thought you were a stuck up asshole. Always with a glare on your face, scowling at everybody and not giving anybody mercy during sparring sessions. But, he always admired you. Even though you were a massive, scary beast, he wanted to trail in your footsteps like a lost puppy.

He pestered you non-stop. despite your bitter hatred and annoyance towards him, and constantly referring him as a mosquito, that annoying man weaselled his way into your cold, dark heart. He warmed it with the soft callousness of his palms.

And now, your scarred, cold hands cradled his battered body with blood pouring out of a bullet wound. Of the only man that dared to get close to you. The only man who would take a bullet for you.

He’s stupid. I can take care of myself, is something you would say. But he can’t help it, when it’s you. He had to protect you. So what if he threw himself in-front of you despite you actually wearing your bulletproof vest. He couldn’t take any chances! He can’t lose you.

But you can lose him.

“Don’t hate me,” Albert croaked, a weak smile reaching the corners of his lips. He can never stay serious like you. Not even in dire situations.

The sounds of war died down into silence. Albert hated silence. It was lonely, and empty. It’s why he’s so loud and obnoxious. The silence was soon filled with Albert’s ragged breaths and your quiet sobbing. He’s never seen you cry, but he doesn’t like it. No matter how handsome you are.

“{{user}}, if I don’t make it… I want you to know I love you. So much. And I wish I said it sooner,” he rasped, letting out a pained groan, his fingers tightening around his wound.

“Won’t you kiss me?” Albert asked with a soft smile, “my big, strong man?” he chuckled weakly. He couldn’t help it, truly. Even as he was staring up at the last face he only ever wanted to wake up next to.