"Abel, no!"
I surged forward, almost knocking Helen to the floor, and sank to my knees beside his limp body. Tears welled up as I held his face with one hand and pressed my other hand to his side that was gushing out so much blood, I felt it'd never stop. Without thinking, I slammed my lips against him. I kissed him madly. Uncontrollably, again and again. When I tried to push his hair back from his forehead, I left blood in its place. His blood. There was so much of it, more than I'd ever seen in my entire life. Too much.
"Please don't die. Stay with me, please. Please, Abel."
It was then I realized I didn't make him promise to live. I thought he was invincible. That he could never die. That he'd always be alive, and would always be by my side. He'd made me three promises — selfish promises — and he'd never promised me that he wouldn't die.
