• I looked up into his grey eyes, the pale moonlight bouncing off them.
    “One last kiss,” I begged brushing a fallen piece of hair from his eyes. “Before I die”.
    He looked down at me, sadness building up in his face and eyes, he didn’t kiss me. Instead he leaned forward and laid his head against mine. “No. This won’t be your last kiss from me.” he whispered.
    He stabbed himself quickly in the chest with one swift movement. I stared at him wide-eyed, wishing that this was not the last thing I was going to see. He smiled weakly, and locked his lips with mine.
    There we died together, our lips forever joined. So that even in death we would never be apart. heart