Red. All she could see was red. It stained his shirt and oozed from the wound in his side. His face was a ghostly white in stark contrast and he grimaced as a stab of pain shot through him.
It was her worst nightmare.
She had known it was only a matter of time before it happened. She had known it would come true eventually. Knowing hadn't made it any easier.
She reached out a hand and gingerly placed it on his shoulder to provide much needed comfort, for both of them. He groaned and with much effort grasped for her hands. Taking them in his, he looked into her eyes, an expression of finality on his face.
He was going to die. He knew it. She knew it.
Silent tears fell and she leaned in for one last kiss…