Send me “Goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die
Little ragged breaths were released as the professor leaned against the phone, sobs of pain and whimpers both slipping out as he tried to regulate his breathing. Blood trickled down his face, dripping on his knees as it rolled off his chin. Whispers of “I don’t want to leave you, I don’t want to leave you,” could be heard as he tried to figure out what he was going to say. His thoughts and feelings could fill novels if he wanted to write, yet his life had been cut painfully short, and being given a time limit to say his last words was making it hard for him to say a single word. How could he say anything with death looming over him? It took him a few moments to finally even speak, sniffling slightly beforehand.
“D-Do you remember the first time we met? I mean, I c-can’t recall at the moment where it was or what happened, but you had the loveliest smile I think I had ever seen. I didn’t think I would ever become so close to you, or that you would ever feel the way I did about you. I want you to remember that moment; all the wonderful moments after that, too. I want you to remember that I wouldn’t have given you up for the world.” He had to stop talking so that he could cough painfully, turning away from the phone to do so. “Don’t remember this moment. This is the moment they will want you to remember. They want to break you, p-please don’t let them do that,” he couldn’t help but sob, knowing full well what was coming shortly. “I want you happy, that is all I’ve ever wanted.” There was a pause before he let out a painful yell.
Philip began to speak again, though his voice sounded more pained than before. “Our wedding, think of our wedding, and that first Christmas together; how you put up mistletoe all over the house, just so you could kiss me more,” he couldn’t help but smile at that, the memory distracting him from the pain. “Think of me, but please never think on the scary moments. This wasn’t your fault, none of this was. Please never think that you caused this. I love you and I will always love you.” His courage was short lived as his inevitable death seemed to loom so much closer, a sob slipping past his defenses. He would never see the love of his life again, and he would die a slow, painful death.
It was raw and real the way he said the words, as he knew they would most likely be his last. It wasn’t right, to have those be his last words to the love of his life, yet he was only human, and humans made mistakes. He was ready, he was more than prepared to face his death, now that he had said his final words to his husband. Sure, they were rushed, but he felt that he wouldn’t be able to say a thing more.