I kiss his lips, gently. I feel the tension sag away from him and his hand on my face. I hold him close, our foreheads together again. His eyelids are flickering now. He kisses me back, straining like it’s taking the last of his strength. His hands clench on my jumper and his eyes blaze as he looks at me. “I want you to be the last thing I see,” he rasps.

      - J.W, Alone On the Water

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