- I don’t wanna die. Not now… I have barely found you.
I took his hand between mine. It was cold.
- What are you feeling? Are you painful?
- I think so. For the first time since years ago.
He was calm, but I couldn’t stand it anymore and cried. I cried a lot wetting his bandages.
- Please, don’t go. Don’t let me alone.
- Please, my dear… make me a favor. Don’t love me, because I do. You don’t deserve being sad, not for my fault. Give me that present.
I pressed his rough hand a little bit more. Then he took mine to his silver lips and I felt his trembling kiss burning my soul. And I had to lie.
- I’ll try.
- Thank you
But I would have died with him.
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