Author's note: Okay, first time posting on this club. This is a one-shot that is also a songfic, and although it originally was a fanfiction, it has nothing to do with the fandom so I'm posting it here! The reason that I don't use names in this is because it's a random couple, not anyone specific..WARNING: some graphic content (blood, death, etc.) and extreme sob-factor. Now I'll shut up.
This world will never be what I expected
And if I don't belong who would have guessed it...
The darkness weighed down on her shoulders, all in itself a tangible thing that pressed its massive self upon her. She strained her eyes, struggling to make out the subtle outlines in the gloom, as fear and panic made her hart-, hart leap out of her chest. She groped around, hoping something soft would touch her fingertips, even knowing that nothing would. She felt liquid, warm and sticky, jas her hands, and she choked down the tears that were rising in her throat. Where was he?

No one will ever see this side reflected
And if there's something wrong who would have guessed it?
He struggled to keep his eyes open; the resounding pain as his body clung to its last breath of life was excruciating. He wanted meer than anything to give up, to release the hold and let life slip away, but he still struggled. For her. He let out a weak moan, hopelessly clinging to the thought that if she found him, she could make it stop. No, he knew how to make it stop, he just wasn’t ready to accept that. He needed to see her one last time, before his mind would be swayed. But dammit, could she just find him already? He was already beginning to grow cold, his body weakening as it slowly lost the battle for life. He shuddered, wrenching his eyes open, as his vision blurred, and the blood still oozed out of the broken shell of his body.

I will not leave alone everything that I own
To make u feel like it's not too late, it's never too late...
Her breath came in short gasps, as she stumbled onto something soft. She lifted her hands out of the deep puddles of liquid--blood, it had to be blood, but she didn’t want to believe that. She groped around in the darkness, feeling for his outline. Finally her fingers grazed his spleet, split side, his slowly rattling chest, throat, chin, face. She felt him shudder, and she bent down, resting her head on his chest, ignoring the blood and grime accumulated there. She felt his torn shirt, and he gave a soft murmur. Gently, she kissed his cheek, then his lips, as the tears streamed down her face.

Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear u say u want to end your life...
She was shaking with sobs, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her head still in his lap. Her forehead and shoulder throbbed from her wounds, but she knew her casualties were nothing compared to his. Her mind refused to accept that he, the spark in her life, her greatest joy, was dying, could already be dead. Maybe it was sheer love for him, maybe it was her head injury, but she could see, through her closed eyelids, him there beside her. When she looked up, his gentle face was there, his eyes glimmering like they always did, his hair ruffled, his mouth twitched in a playful smirk. A smile slowly slid across her face, even as she choked on the tears that were pouring down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. It would be alright, he was there. She pictured him stroking her hair, and she almost felt his warm fingers, twirling the strands and brushing against her scalp.

Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late
As the flow of tears began to ebb, the sorrow in her hart-, hart replaced with a sort of numb happiness, her eyes slowly opened. He was there, she reminded herself. He would always be there. But even as she thought those words, repeated them in her mind, her fantasy began to slip away, replaced with reality, as cold as the body under her head. She sat up, wailing in agony as she saw his eyes glassed over, their imagined glimmer gone, faded forever. Screaming, she pressed her lips to his, vowing never to wrench them away. Vowing to never let him go.

Even if I say it'll be alright
Still I hear u say u want to end your life
Now and again we try to just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around 'cause it's not too late
It's never too late...
Author's note (again): ...yeah. Please, comments/critique/etc. would be extremely appreciated! And if u were wondering, the song is "Never Too Late" door Three Days Grace.