𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

Promise

You're on your death bed. Each breath brings a wave of pain. You stare into your lovers eyes. They are filled with a burning hope, and you hate to be the one to diminish it.

"Do not leave me, my love," they say.

"I would never leave you on purpose. I didn't expect us to part so quickly. To do so breaks my heart into a million pieces," you say.

Tears flood your lovers cheeks and you haphazardly wipe them away. You grab their hand and hold tight.
They plant a kiss on your cheek, the tears staining your face as well. You look on and make a promise.

"No matter what happens, my dear, I will always find you. Till death do we part no longer matters. Death does not mean the end. I will find you no matter what happens. I swear it."

A rush of tears and you use your final breath to say
"I love you."

And the world fades to black.

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