I watched the muscles strain in his arms as he struggled to keep me from falling. I remembered how easily those arms swept me up and carried me around. I watched his lips form a grimace as he leaned out of the cab of the truck. Those lips that were so soft against mine and whispered sweet nothings to me in the middle of the night. The truck slid an inch farther off the broken highway and I screamed as he started to lose his grip on my arms. I saw him slip farther out of the truck. Tears rolled down my cheeks through the grit and dust. “You have to let me go.”
“What?” he yelled at me; I knew he couldn’t hear me over the fire and explosions below me.
“You have to let me go!” I yelled up at him, my voice cracking at the end.
“I can’t let you go! I will never, ever let you go again! I promised you a long time ago and I’m not going to break it!” He tried again to pull me into the truck with him, but only succeeded in letting me slip down further. I heard another explosion and felt a rush of heat on my feet.
“Please! If you keep trying you’re going to go down with me and I couldn’t stand to die knowing that you could have lived!” He gritted his teeth and started trying to pull me up again. I swung my legs at the wheels and got just barely a grip and launched myself into the cab. I clung to him and wheezed the smoke and heat out of my lungs. I kissed him over and over in the cab of that truck. I loved him so much in that moment. He was my everything and there would be nothing without him.
“I love you so much,” he said as he pushed a curl behind my ear. I started to say the words in return as the most horrible screech formed all around us. The truck fell from the ruined highway.
And that is when everything and nothing mattered all at once. I saw every moment we had spent together and every second we would not live to see.
As we plummeted to our deaths, together, I thought about his big round eyes, and his smile, and everything that made me love him more than anything else.
I didn’t see the fire. I didn’t hear the explosion. I didn’t hear the gunfire. I didn’t feel the flames. Because I was already gone. And so was the love of my life.
Your Sweet Assassin