Why Can´t You Stay

His head lays against my chest, his hair soaked with blood that stains my shirt. I see his eyes, red instead of white, teary instead of dry. He lifts his hand to my cheek, fixing a piece of my brown hair behind my ear.

¨You...I..I...can´t...leave...you.¨ Speaking makes him cough up blood, that spills out of the corner of his mouth and down his neck.

¨Shh. Don´t speak.¨ I feel the knot in my throat as words come out. I already know the truth. He´s going to die, but I tell myself it isn´t true.

¨I.....m...¨ His hand begins to slide down my face, touching my lips. ¨sorr..y¨ His hand falls heavy into my lap, my world falling with it.