“Asami…” Akihito reached up and touched his lover’s face, his hands gentle against the cheek. “I’ll be fine... Really, I will.” He cracked a crude smile. Funny how migraines just vanish when there’s two bullets lodged somewhere in your body. He coughed and winced at the pain, one bullet embedded just below the shoulder, the other deeper, closer towards the heart. “I know you will.” Asami kneeled, setting Akihito down, his back lifted up against his arm, “Be strong for me, alright?”A coarse laugh escaped Akihito’s lips, “I am strong. You know that…” he coughed, a trickle of blood filling his mouth, “You know that…better than me…” he spoke haltingly, each painful phrase strained with each exhale. With each breath, blood was slowly filling the space in his left lung, drowning half of him. He held Asami’s hand as hard as he could, taking comfort in the warmth, “I’m so sorry…for leaving…”“Shh…don’t talk, not now…” His hands were drenched with Akihito's blood as he held the frail body in his arms.“I’m sorry…for hurting you…” A tear fell from his amber eyes, “I’m sorry…Asami…”“Don’t apologize…” he squeezed Akihito’s hand, firmly grasping the slender fingers in his. “Don’t talk. You’ll be fine. Do you understand? You’ll fine.”“know… because...I'm with you…” his eyes began to lose their sharp focus."Đó là đúng." Tay quấn chặt hơn quanh Akihito, "bạn đang với tôi bây giờ trú với tôi, Akihito. Tôi cầu xin bạn. Ở lại với tôi!""Tôi sẽ... Tôi sẽ luôn luôn... Tôi hứa..."
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