Dogs tore his throat out as if it was nothing but a twig bent out of place.

His eyes are the last thing that I remember.
The blazing green that burned like a thousand stars despite his fate turning into empty voids.
Inky blood the color of all my sins amounted to enough for me to drown myself in.

My love paid the price for me to live with his life. Every scarlet drop on the ground.
Each streak on the jaws of those mutts.
Each and every jagged breath that dragged on to his last.

His final gift is one that I'll selfishly decline out of pride and love for everything I fought for.
The only way I can make this gift worth it is if I die.

"You might forget me but I'll never forget you."