His blood ushes out into the young woman’s hands. She has tears running down her youthful cheekbones, smearing the mask of paint on her face. Blackness smears on her under eyes.

She shouts and screams for help, trying to hold the blood in from what she was taught. “Adelio, stay with me.” She says between gasping cries. His pale, deathly skin, his brown eyes slowly losing his spark, his pursed lips—he was dying and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Dar…” he gasps at the excruciating pain running through his body, a jolt. He squeezes his eyes closed, feeling his skin getting more clammy but he couldn’t think of his dying breaths, he could only think of his last words and this wasn’t the girl he wanted.

“Darcella.” He manages to gasp out. The woman doesn’t hear nor understand. He can see flashing lights all around him, her sultry tears on his bleeding flesh. He grasped onto every last ounce of strength he had left in his body, he had it all planned out. He couldn’t die without her knowing—it wasn’t meant to end like this.

“Where.. is she?”

“She’s safe! She’s fine! She’s unimportant—“ but the young woman’s voice drowned away, whose name he could not even remember for the only name drifting in his head was her name. Darcella. _Darcella_.

She wasn’t unimportant. She was the only thing keeping his heart beating, if she were unexistent, his heart and soul would have gave out a long time ago.

“Get her.” He gasps out. As if the woman sees the pleading in his eyes, the last bit of strength, she lightly places his head on the asphalt and Adelio can see her hair flowing in the wind, her face frantic. _Her._

“Darcella.” He says, a small, faint ghost of a smile touching his lips. He could feel his strength slipping away.

She slips his head onto her lap and Adelio takes one last inhale of her scent before that sense disappeared altogether. It was heaven if he knew it.

“It was always you—I have always wanted you. Take my soul when it leaves.” Adelio says, letting his eyes fall shut. He was at peace—he did his life objective.

“No! Adelio, please. You’re not going anywhere. I don’t want your soul without your heart.” She gasps, the sobs breaking his already dying heart. Tears drip from the cracks of his shut eyes, on to her lap. Rotten light spills from her body, filling Adelio with another sense of agony worse than his pain.

“I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t say it right now.” He gasps. Hearing was the last sense to leave your body during death.

Adelio was left with the haunting sounds of her heartbreaking gasps and sobs, clawing at his heart and her pleads. She hated to leave her in misery but his soul would be in good hands—if she took it.