Horrible. Depressing. Strangely naive…
That was how it felt to like lie in your own blood.
You were yet another victim of a hit-and-run tragedy.
A man knelt over you.
Wait, who is this man??
Oh, yes. Ludwig Beilschmidt. Your best friend. Your crush. The man who never cried.
Then how come there were tears pricking the corners of his ice-blue eyes? Those eyes… The same eyes you had fallen for. The same eyes that were slowly being submerged under a crystal-clear flood of salt-water.
“______… Don’t die, bitte...”
You blinked several times before comprehending.
Without warning the German broke into sobs. They wracked his body, obliterating his famous I-never-cry reputation.
The screech of sirens filled the air. They had come too late.
Too late to save a life so dear…
Suddenly, you spoke, your voice cracked and hoarse, betraying the pain you hid.
The blonde looked up.
A single crystal droplet slid out of an (e/c) orb.
You reched up with a weak, bloodstained hand to stroke his pale cheek.
“I love you… Now and for eternity...”
A final sigh escaped your lips before your shimmering (e/c) eyes glazed over.
Death had swung down its bloody scythe.
An eerie hush fell over Ludwig’s world. There was only his long, low wail of utter despair to break it.
Ich liebe dich ____… Now and for eternity…
The next day, when Gilbert came to comfort his dear brother, he found a note and a corpse with a revolver in its gloved hand.
I couldn’t live without a life so dear to me bruder.
Forgive me – I loved her more than anyone or anything else...