He held me close in his arms as my blood pooled out from the deep gashes on my wrists and stained the floor crimson. Kissing my nearly lifeless lips, he pleaded and threatened and begged for me to stay, saying the three words I’d never thought I’d hear him say: I love you. I saw then in that moment why he had never said them before - how desperate he sounded, how vulnerable he seemed, and I longed to hold him close to me, to keep a firm hold of him and let nothing harm either of us…
… But it was too late. Even as I took my last breath full of life's regret he held me, a part of his heart following me into death's sweet embrace.
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