Song: For I Can't Help Falling in Love with You by Hailee Steinfeld (cover)
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The Final Farewell "Dead," You whispered to me, Your eyes shining with tears, "They're all dead, Oliver."
I had found you, Curled underneath a table Inside the lab Your breathing ragged And your clothing torn.
You had explained to me Slowly, Weakly What had happened.
Dozens of government officials Had stormed the quarantine Filled with the sick And already dying And they had taken the lives of every last victim they could find.
With none of the "cures" succeeding And not enough time to come up with Another solution, The government had come to One Horrifying decision: If the plague could not be defeated Through medicine, Then they would simply have to kill off All its carriers.
They'd started with quarantines on the outer limits of the city, Then worked their way to its heart.
How I had missed The sound of gunfire, Of innocent lives being taken In the dark of night I'll never know.
Upon hearing the gunshots And the screams of helpless, Ill citizens, You somehow managed To roll off your bed And under the nearest table.
Miraculously, No one discovered you. You were alive, Even if it was only for a little while longer.
You tried to say more, But speaking Had worn your strength To threadbare bits And I would have no more of it.
"Hush, Hope, lie still." I told you, Caressing your cheek And gently pulling you closer to me.
"Aren't you worried they'll come back?" You croaked, Looking up at me With those bright blue eyes That were slowly losing their light.
But I only shook my head sadly. "They think everyone in this quarantine is dead, don't they?"
I received a coughing, Hacking fit In response.
I sighed And stroked your hair Wordlessly, Both knowing And hating That there was nothing I could do To help.
Nothing I could do To save Hope, The one thing- The one person- That had kept me going For so long.
The lights overhead flickered, Then went out. Someone From the government Must have hit the power box With their bullets In midst of the massacre.
"Ollie?" You whispered in the dark.
"Yes?" I whispered back.
"When I die, will anyone still be around to remember me? Will anyone care?"
I choked back tears, My voice barely loud enough for you to hear My response.
"Yes. Someone will be there, Hope."
"Who?"
Your eyes had already fluttered shut And your heart had already stopped beating As I said softly,
