❣ (LadiesOfHellsKitchen) (From Karen)
#8. a dying kiss.
He’d done his job, he’d protected her, taking the bullet that was meant for her, and taking the assailant out on his way to the ground. The other men running off scared, because no one ever thought the punisher would fall. He always got back up. His body hit the ground, and Karen had rushed to his side, holding him in her lap, begging. She was pleading with him to stay, this couldn’t be it, it couldn’t be the end. “Karen,” He breathed out, a hand reaching up to brush away her tears.
He could feel it, his body was going numb, and the blood was pooling in his shirt. His armor had been pierced, pieces of it in his skin, but it didn’t hurt. Nothing did. He pulled her down to him, and gave her a long kiss on her forehead. “I’m okay.” He promised, his voice breaking. Man, he didn’t want to leave her. He didn’t want to cause her this pain. He knew this pain too damn well, and he hated that he was going to leave her here. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay.” He was whispering, trying to tell her everything. “You made me human again.” He choked a bit, blood in his mouth; he could taste the iron. His thumb was still on her cheek, his hand felt like it was supporting her head, keeping her upright. She was still crying and begging through broken whimpers.
It was breaking his heart, but he couldn’t hold on, not this time. “I love you.” He spoke, his eyebrows furrowing as the words came out. “I love you, Karen.” He breathed ragged breaths. “You gave me that. I’m at peace now. You can let me go, it’s okay.” His last words, barely a whisper. He just hoped shed heard him.
