089.3 / drabble prompt / bleed

[theskyisred]

It happens in an instant. One moment she is leaving and he's going after her, calling her name-

And then there is no time to call out, and no voice left to speak. Bullets fly, and he falls. No time for one last word, one last breath ("Lizzie..."). He is just falling, and there is blood. So much blood.

He doesn't feel it. Doesn't feel anything, really. Except maybe the distant touch of her hands, as she struggles (again. how many times now?) to push breath back into his lungs.

There was so much he'd meant to tell her, and now there's no more time. No last chance to get it right.

He can't even see her anymore, his vision gone dark. He really would have liked one last sight of her, even if she's still furious.

But there is nothing.


Raymond Reddington
The Blacklist