Sometimes love requires sacrifice.
A life for a life. The ultimate price of loving someone more than your own heartbeat.
Speaking of heartbeats . . .
I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of my heart, thumping laboriously, each beat more frantic than the last. Numbness was spreading through my broken body. My thoughts felt sluggish and scattered.
How much time did I have left? Hours? Minutes? My eyes fluttered open, searching for the one person I wanted to see when I took my last breath.
Alexander. This heart of mine. The love I’d risked my life for.
My breathing slowed as darkness encroached. Each beat seemed slower than the last. Th-thump. Th-thump. Th . . . thump.
I heard him whisper my name. Caught a final glimpse of eyes as blue as the sea. His lips pressed softly against my forehead, and I let myself fall into oblivion.
If I died for that love . . . it was all worth it.