[ WP ] A couple share their last kiss .

We stared into each other ’ s eyes. All of the words had already been said. I knew we couldn ’ t run forever. Perhaps we would have stood a chance apart, but I never cared. Every moment I ’ d spent with Kate was more precious to me than an entire life without her. She never expressed her feelings the same way I did, but I knew that this wonderful feeling was mutual. The realization that we would both be dead by the end of the day hit me harder than ever before. Maybe they would be satisfied with just me. Maybe if I allowed them to take me alive, Kate could escape. I wanted her to survive, but it was selfish to think so. She wanted everything to end like this. 
 
 Kate put a hand on the back of my head and slowly, but firmly pulled me in. “ Assertive as always, ” I thought. Our lips joined in an explosion of passion. She moved her hands to my cheeks, digging the nails in just a little bit. I wrapped my arms around her. If someone saw us at that time, he would know: these two people loved each other immensely. Oh, how I wanted to stay like this, just lose myself forever in that kiss. It was the happiest and saddest moment of my life. Grief held my heart in a tight grip, but it couldn ’ t take away my memories. I was glad to have lived such a great life, beside this wonderful woman. She made me find purpose when I had none, she taught me to enjoy life once more. Before that I was a wreck, a broken man, tired from the chase, ready to give up. I even wanted to willingly give myself to them. Now, now I was something greater. And it was all thanks to her. 
 
 After a long while the kiss was over. She looked at me and smiled; I knew what that meant. It was time. We wouldn ’ t sit and wait for them to find us; we wanted to go out with a bang. I stepped out of the car and pulled out my pistol. Kate preferred knives. We joined hands and walked towards our last and greatest appearance. Central Park never looked more beautiful. 
 
 Screaming and pleas for mercy filled the air. Red streams ran through the grass everywhere. Side by side, laughing all the way, we cleared out these miserable insects who didn ’ t know what true life meant. They understood nothing about real love or passion. Kate moved so gracefully, dancing in the rain of blood her blades caused. In the drunken haze, I almost didn ’ t notice when they arrived. The cops were total rookies; I managed to pick off two before feeling the burning pain in my chest. 
 
 As I collapsed on the ground, a horrible feeling overtook me. The idiot missed. I wasn ’ t bleeding out, just injured. Kate was lying nearby. She got shot at least seven times. I pressed the pistol to my temple and pulled the trigger. Click. Nothing happened. Click, click, click. It was empty. “ No, no, no, this was not how it was supposed to end, ” I thought almost tearing up from the powerless anger. At the corner of my eye I saw movement. She was still alive. Kate crawled to me, leaving a huge bloody trail on the ground. Even the cops were too amazed to do anything. Inch by inch, second by second, she was coming closer and nothing could stop her. When Kate finally made it, I noticed one of the knives was still in her hand. She was going to save me again. 
 
 “ I love you, ” was all I said. 
 
 They reacted too slowly. I felt the cold steel sever my veins in a single fluid motion. The last thing I heard were two shots followed by a whisper: 
 
 “ I love you too. ”
