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Death was inevitable. It was all around. With a scream it all went cold.
Why did he have to close his eyes forever today? Hands rapidly doing chest compressions on a cold body. The loud sound of another rib shattering under the force. His eyes lost their spark hours ago. They had been here for hours. Dottore leaned down to put more air into his Pantalone’s dead lungs. His tears stained his face, falling onto his shattered glasses and cold lips. One, two. He went back to the compressions, counting aloud with a shaky voice.
“S-seven, eig- fucking hell Huaisang, don’t you dare go dying on me!” His own heart whirled loudly in his ears, his robotic heart. Unable to stop beating until he told it to. Pantalone’s human heart didn’t have that capability. “I told you over and over again! You’re still weak but oh no, 'I’ve been training with Tartaglia all week,' now look at you..” His voice broke as he faltered, hands slipping off the other’s chest.
His mask was broken, showing his blood-red eyes full of tears, and his trembling lip. “Why won’t you just wake up, Huaisang? I’m doing all I can..” His fists balled up and he beat them on Pantalone’s chest. “Wake up! I know you’re faking it, please!” His voice cracked despite it barely being audible. Blood covered his gloves and smeared on his clothes. All over Pantalone’s clothes. Cold.
He used his teeth to tear off his gloves to not get his hands bloody. He held Pantalone’s face in his hands. He shouldn’t have been that cold, yet he was freezing out here in the Snezhnayan permafrost. “Look at me, please Huaisang look at me.” He stared at the man’s dazed eyes, the candle that lit them was out. His red eyes closed, unable to stare at his lover’s dead eyes.
His heart ticked. Pantalone was dead. Huaisang was dead. He laughed to himself, an unknown emotion filled his body. His heart whirled louder in his ears or maybe it was the wind.
He closed Pantalone’s eyes, leaning down to kiss his cold lips. Delicate with love. He looked up at the scene around him, he had pushed all of it out of his mind before. Everything was still now, the snow was still falling sweetly, unaware of the blood and death it lay upon, he wanted that ignorant bliss.
“I love you, Huaisang, thank you.” He kissed those cold lips again, “Good-bye.”