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"Though I admit this whole thing was fun, Schatz," she said, a cruel grin sprawled across her face, "I really do hope we meet again, even if that may be in death, Mein Schlampe, any final wishes before you die to my hands?" She chuckles darkly. He looked up at her, eyes filled with something borderline hate and confusion as his head filled with thoughts. Was this really the girl he was holding in his arms only hours before? He let's out a singular word. A word filled with more depth than you'd like to admit, "Why?" He says softly. She looks down at him as her grip tightens on her sword, she stand there appalled as a flicker of something deeper and pained shows in her eyes, though only for a brief second. He let's out a noise that would only be supposed to be a laugh if it weren't for the fact it came out more like a dying wheeze, "See, there isn't ever a real reason to pain is there, darling?".
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She had walked away for what he could only thought to be a hour ago, though I guess time would feel so long and dreadful if you were bleeding out. He lay, unable to move, staring at the rain falling down, what could he have done? What could he have done to keep her in his arms. He wanted to believe everything was real, from the way she laughed at his stupid grin to the way she let him hold her In the late nights. He wanted to think he saw that tear go down her cheek as she walked away, God he must really be dying then to think that. But maybe it was true. Maybe she did love him. Or maybe she didn't. But none of that really mattered to him in these last moments, he only watched the rain as I dropped from the sky, as if it were dancing. He smiles softly remembering her grin before he exhales a final breath, dying, but with a smile on his face.