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She sat with him, held his hand tight in hers as they both lay atop the building. It was an old building, stained by time and blackened with sin, an ancient voyeur of the city. She had hoped that someday they would rent a flat in this building, together. And laughed at everything, and cried, and loved. She had wished to be together with him.

But not like this.
Never like this.
She hadn't imagined that it would end up like this.

His grip was loosening, and she could feel him slipping away, she tightened her grip and held his hand, till her knuckles were white. She didn't want to let him go; she told herself that the wetness on her cheeks was rain, she told herself his breathing was fast because he'd just ran up three flights of stairs, she told herself that he wasn't crying because he was sad, but because the night sky was so beautiful.

It was blossoming all over his shirt now; making little poppies bloom across the off-white material, her breath choked her as she knelt beside him, staring down at him as he disintegrated. He wanted to say something; his mouth agape, but it just trickled out and into the curve of his neck. She stared at it for a few seconds, then decided to pretend it wasn't there. His mouth just gaped, so she kissed it quickly.
She wouldn't let him go.

His grip loosened again so she pulled his hand close to her, pressing his fingers to her pulse and kissing the knuckles gently. She pulled his other hand closer still, and presser his fingers to her mouth. Her breath shuddered out in tiny little fogging plumes, while his spurted out at irregular intervals and scurried away; trapped by the wind. He was cold, shivering, his eyes were laughing but his mouth was not, he seemed so sad. She leaned over him and let a stick kiss fall on his forehead.

The moon, the stars, the sky opened up above them as the sun sunk and she lay with him a while, watching the stars appear, watching the clouds cross the moon and watching the night sky unfold.

The blood was pooling about his middle. Where he had been attacked. She could feel the little bullets underneath his thin body as she pressed against him, hoping to lend him some of her heat, to warm him up. He already had her jumper, her coat and her scarf but it wasn't working.

A tiny thought in the back of her mind told her to call an ambulance but she didn't want to. The crew would steal this moment from her, and it had to be hers, she had to have it in her. She didn't want to share this moment and lose it for herself. They would take him, break his ribs with chest compressions and steal his breath with CPR. So she took one breath, letting her grip on his fingers slacken as she leaned over him. Now both their faces were wet. His hand spasmed against hers, and she could have sworn he had smiled at her.

He shuddered
And then he was gone.

She didn't let his other hand go, holding it close to her chest so that he would feel her heartbeat. She stared down at him, gently pushing his eyelids shut and, as was the custom, placed two pennies across his hollow eyes.

Then she curled up against him, putting his arms around her in one last hug; her arms around his waist. And she wished upon a star for a dream, long-since lost.

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She sat with him, held his hand tight in hers as they both lay atop the building. It was an old building, stained by time and blackened with sin, an ancient voyeur of the city. She had hoped that someday they would rent a flat in this building, together. And laughed at everything, and cried, and loved. She had wished to be together with him.

But not like this.
Never like this.
She hadn't imagined that it would end up like this.

His grip was loosening, and she could feel him slipping away, she tightened her grip and held his hand, till her knuckles were white. She didn't want to let him go; she told herself that the wetness on her cheeks was rain, she told herself his breathing was fast because he'd just ran up three flights of stairs, she told herself that he wasn't crying because he was sad, but because the night sky was so beautiful.

It was blossoming all over his shirt now; making little poppies bloom across the off-white material, her breath choked her as she knelt beside him, staring down at him as he disintegrated. He wanted to say something; his mouth agape, but it just trickled out and into the curve of his neck. She stared at it for a few seconds, then decided to pretend it wasn't there. His mouth just gaped, so she kissed it quickly.
She wouldn't let him go.

His grip loosened again so she pulled his hand close to her, pressing his fingers to her pulse and kissing the knuckles gently. She pulled his other hand closer still, and presser his fingers to her mouth. Her breath shuddered out in tiny little fogging plumes, while his spurted out at irregular intervals and scurried away; trapped by the wind. He was cold, shivering, his eyes were laughing but his mouth was not, he seemed so sad. She leaned over him and let a stick kiss fall on his forehead.

The moon, the stars, the sky opened up above them as the sun sunk and she lay with him a while, watching the stars appear, watching the clouds cross the moon and watching the night sky unfold.

The blood was pooling about his middle. Where he had been attacked. She could feel the little bullets underneath his thin body as she pressed against him, hoping to lend him some of her heat, to warm him up. He already had her jumper, her coat and her scarf but it wasn't working.

A tiny thought in the back of her mind told her to call an ambulance but she didn't want to. The crew would steal this moment from her, and it had to be hers, she had to have it in her. She didn't want to share this moment and lose it for herself. They would take him, break his ribs with chest compressions and steal his breath with CPR. So she took one breath, letting her grip on his fingers slacken as she leaned over him. Now both their faces were wet. His hand spasmed against hers, and she could have sworn he had smiled at her.

He shuddered
And then he was gone.

She didn't let his other hand go, holding it close to her chest so that he would feel her heartbeat. She stared down at him, gently pushing his eyelids shut and, as was the custom, placed two pennies across his hollow eyes.

Then she curled up against him, putting his arms around her in one last hug; her arms around his waist. And she wished upon a star for a dream, long-since lost.