His rusty blue journal laid under his palm.
Black ink from his pen stained his clothes.
The heavy rubble felt like it were crushing his bones.
His shaking hand stroked her bloody hair, and his weak breaths roughly scratched her cheek.
He turned his head with all left strength and kissed her with his fading breath.
He let out one long sigh and closed his eyes. His lungs denied to take in air again, and his heart slowed to beat. Slower and slower it sang.
Bu-bum.
Bu-bum.
Bu-bum.
Until it completely stopped.