" Harry, come on, wake up, they're here."

She continued to shake him.

His blood covered her hands.

His sweat covered her cheeks.

His taste filled her mouth.

He still refused to awake.

She pounded against his chest.

She had seen it on TV before.

Hitting against his chest, should shock his heart back to life.

She wasn't hitting hard enough.

She wasn't yelling loud enough.

She wasn't praying desperately enough.

He didn't awake.

His heart wasn't shocked back to life.

She cried and yelled and begged.

She screamed.

And he didn't awake.

She used to listen to him when he screamed for her.

Why couldn't he listen when it was her screaming for him?

" Wake the fuck up!"

She screamed, one final time, before she was pulled off him.

An oxygen mask was put over her nose, but she couldn't breathe.

They were hitting against his chest, they were injecting him with provokers, they put a mask over the lips she had kissed.

And he didn't awake.

She kicked and pushed and hit, with the single functioning leg she had left, and they wouldn't let her go.

She didn't want to leave him.

She didn't want him to leave her.

The fire was calming as they guided her out of the house, and she wondered if that was all it had wanted all along; to take him away.

The fight weakened her, as did the smoke, the blood loss, and the crying, but most importantly, the traumatizing loss, that was never meant to be her loss, but it was.

The house distanced, as they carried her towards the ambulance.

She should have been able to breathe, but she couldn't.

He was carried out of the house by two men.

She almost ran to him, but her one good leg gave out on her.

So she laid in the dirt, breathing in, but feeling more suffocated than she had when she was in that house, burning alive, with him.

The men shocked his heart, one time, two times.

Each time, his upper body would expand, and she'd think he was breathing, but then it would hit the ground so hard, she'd feel it shake beneath her.

She felt her own heart coming to an agonizing halt, with every failed attempt to revive his.

They continued to shock him, being as stubborn as she had known him to be.

It was odd; he had assumed the whole town would be waiting for her, but instead, they seemed to be all waiting for him.

He deserved at least that, she thought.

He was the kind of man to be missed, grieved upon, loved instantly, eternally, deeply and limitlessly.

His body reacted to the shock, but his heart refused to beat, his eyes refused to reveal their captivating green.

He had breathed, his very last breath, into her mouth.

And that was when she realized, that she had finally fallen in love.

And God, did it hurt.

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a/n: only the epilogue now :((((

ily x