Tag
Yellow
Character
Ilsa Faust
Words
679
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Rome was as beautiful as ever, especially then, in the middle of the night. Everything was enlightened with pretty lights but, even so, Ilsa couldn't see anything of that. Not then, injured on the ground, with the rain coming down on her like it wanted to wash away all the sins she commited.
She looked around her, searching for any sign of a threat, but she couldn't see much. She gazed down on her leg, the wound caused by a gun gushing blood all over the ground. She bit her lip, in pain, while she applied pressure on it, trying to stop the loss of blood.
"Y/N!"
She had been shouting for a while now, or maybe that was her impression, but you where nowhere to be found. Did they caught you? Were you dead? Or did you betray her like everyone else? A million thoughts ran in her mind, and they hurt almost as much as the wound.
"Y/N!"
She kept screaming for you for a little bit longer, then stopped. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, so she looked up to try and stop them from falling. The rain was fitting, really. She felt awful, not only because she was losing blood, but also because you weren't there and she feared she could have lost you for good, and that was all her fault. She wasn't as strong as she thought.
Then she heard a noise.
"Y/N?"
She whispered, but she doubted it was you, the stomping on the ground wasn't your thing. She looked up, but couldn't see who the person was. She heard a low chuckle.
"Well, I guess this is it, Ilsa."
She tried getting up, failing miserably. She groaned from the pain. The person laughed again.
"You know, you are such a disappointment. I thought you were a tough one."
She spit in their direction, still with her gaze fixed in what she believed were their eyes. She was tired, and she felt herself fainting, but she tried keeping her composure.
"I guess this is goodbye then."
The person pointed the gun at her head, and then she realised that that was her end. She was ready, she often dreamed of it, she longed for death. So she closed her eyes, and then...
Bang!
She trembled from the sound of the shooting gun. But nothing hurt. She could still hear the rain, she could still feel the hotness of the blood on her hand. She slowly opened her eyes, to find a corpse lying next to her.
"Ilsa!"
She looked up, unsure of what she was seeing. She felt weak and dizzy.
"It's alright, I'm here."
She smiled and then everything went black.
She jolted upright, groaning from the pain it caused. She stared down at her leg, a bandage covering her wound. She looked around, everything was pure white and she felt uneasy.
"Hey."
She jumped from the scare. She heard an armonious laugh, and her heart beat faster, but not from fear.
"Y/N..."
She gazed at your features, smiling.
"You saved me..."
You laughed, shrugging.
"Yeah, I do that often, don't I?"
Rebecca nodded, almost crying. You kissed her gently, a hand on her cheek, caressing it. She didn't feel the uneasiness anymore, instead she felt protected, like eveything was going to be fine because you were there. You were her beacon of light, her angel.
"My angel..."
She whispered on your lips.
"Flung out of space."
You smiled.
"You can't quote "Carol" without giving it credit."
She laughed, and you felt at peace. As long as she was there, with you, everything was going to go smoothly. As long as you two were together, everything was going to be alright. Because you protected and loved eachother, and that was all that mattered.
"I want you to know that, if I die, in an impossible scenario, I love you."
You grinned, kissing her again, passionately, making her feel all the love you harboured for her.
"I love you too."
