Just cuz I wanna really let you feel the moment: listen to Dusk Till Dawn and Titanium. Trust me I was fucking crying, too.

Our lips connect slowly, passionately as tears continue to fall from my eyes. I remember our first kiss, quick and heated. This is not like that time, these will be our last kisses and we are drowning each other in them.

His hand slow glide up my sides under my dress. We pull away as the fabric comes over my head and is tossed to the side.

"Just as beautiful as ever," Helmut whispers as his lips come back to mine.

I cup his face as he pulls me closer, fingers tangling in his hair as kiss him harder, desperately.

I want to remember his taste, his smell, the feeling of his lips on mine.

I tug at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, sending it to meet mine. Running my hands over his broad chest and shoulders, moving my lips to his jaw and neck, leaving dark marks along the way.

He groans as his grip on my waist tightens, pulling me in tighter. I feel his hands travel up and unclasp my bra, sliding the straps off my shoulders and ridding my body of it.

I undo his belt and pants as he kisses my collar bone, moving farther down.

"I love you," he murmurs against my skin.

A new wave of tears cascades from my eyes.

"I love you," I whisper back.

The rain patters against the glass around us like the whole world is crying with us, mourning our upcoming loss.

I stand from him and rid myself of my last garment and I stand bare before him. He pulls me to him and gently kisses my tattoo.

"Darling," he whispers as he slowly stands, his lips gliding over my stomach, between my breast, up my neck and to my lips.

I hook my finger below his waist band and gently pull is slacks and boxers down as much as I can. He finishes taking them off them sits back down, pulling me down with him.

"I want you like this," he pulls my lips back to his with his hand on the back of my neck.

I can feel his length resting against my stomach and I slowly grind into him, pulling a small groan.

I raise myself and line him with me, before lowering myself.

We both moan as he fills me, our shuddered breaths mixing.

"I love you," he says against my lips as I move my hips.

I ride him, slowly, intimately, sounds of love and wet kisses echoing in the small glass room.

Thunder sounds in the distance as the rain falls harder.

His hands go to my breasts, palming them gently before caressing every curve of my body. My hands mimic his, memorizing each muscle and divot they come across.

I can feel the cold metal of his wedding band against my hot skin, sending shivers up my spine. His hips move in sync with mine, driving him deeper within me and my breath hitches.

"I love you," he repeats like a mantra as tears roll down his cheeks.

I don't want to say goodbye.
I want to stay with him.
But I can't.
So I'm not going to waste what little time we have left.

~

We lay atop the blanket and pillows from the couch that we moved to the small rug, Helmut's body beneath mine as I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

I'm wearing his shirt  since I got cold, and his boxers are back on.

I yawn as I hold him tighter.

"You should sleep," he whispers caressing my back softly.

"No," I shake my head.

"Why?"

"Because I'm not ready to leave yet."

"You need to sleep, Darling," he kisses the top of my head.

"I don't want to."

He doesn't say anything, instead he starts to hum.

Le Vi en Rose.
Our song.

I can feel the vibrations in his chest, and it begins to lol me to sleep.

I want to fight it, I need to, but my body betrays me and drifts off to sleep.

Helmut's POV
I shift in my sleep, rolling to my side.

I feel cold.

My eyes open slightly.
I'm still in the sunroom.

Closing my eyes again, I reach in front of me to pull y/n back to me, to feel her warmth, but I find the space empty.

I open my eyes and sit up quickly, looking around.

She's not here.

"No," I choke, "please no."

I get up, grabbing my pants from yesterday and hurriedly pulling them on.

"Y/n?!" I call as I dash into the manor, "y/n!"

No reply.

"Zemo?"

I turn and find Milo and Barnes in the kitchen, both with solemn looks on their faces.

No.

"Bring her back," I beg, "please bring her back."

"I can't," Milo says, "it's one round trip ticket."

I drop to my knees, defeated.

She's gone.
She's gone and I'll never get her back.

"I'm sorry, Zemo," Milo comes over and puts a hand on my shoulder to comfort me.

"Baby?" Barnes' voice breaks.

I look up and find Barnes on the verge of tears as well.

"Wait."

"When a story ends," Milo takes a deep breath, "it means I can't go back to it either."

I look back to Barnes as he leans on the counter, head in hands as his body shakes with a silent sob.

He's going to lose Milo like I lost y/n.

She goes back to him, wrapping his arms around him and kissing his cheek.

"Hey," she pulls his face to look at her, wiping away his tears, "I love you."

"I love you, too," he rests his forehead to hers.

She pulls away from him and wipes away her own tears before looking back to me with a sad smile.

"Y/n's going to be waking up soon," she clears her throat, "so I better get going."

She raises her shaking hand prepared to snap her fingers and looks back to Barnes.

"Bye," she whispers.

She snaps her fingers and—

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*Is still running for my life*
This is NOT the final chapter!!