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Cordelia looked up at the man hovering above her, pressing frantically on her stomach.
Blood pooled around her, drenching her top, spreading to form obscure shapes, her gaping stomach, the focal point.
Grasping at his collar, she pulled his face down, smashing his lips to her own. She poured her whole being into that kiss, her hopes, and her dreams. Her purpose.
She got glimpses of his life through their connection. An angel burning. A boy named Sammy with Fruit Loops. Demons, Spirits. Their histories became one. Their hopeful futures melded.
She pulled back to look at the beautiful man who had been through so much. Wishing she could be another saved victim to him, she knows that her death will be with him forever. Her gift will haunt him, as it had already done to her.
With her last piece of strength, she ghosted her lips across his before falling limply in his arms, the last thought on her mind being how good they could have been together.
It was too late.