“Hold me...” Marina whispered in her British accent as Grayson tightened his grip around her waist. His tears were falling onto her face as he looked down at her. The smoke filling the entire area while people were running around, trying to find a way to find a way to escape this battlefield.
Marina choked on the blood that was blocking her airways. She started wheezing and clutched her small hands on his hand. She whimpered softly as she tried to breathe and looked at him while her tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was trying to find her way to speak to him, trying to say her last words to him.
“I should have listened to you.” She breathed out. Grayson sobbed loudly as he wiped away her hair from her face so he could have a better glance at her features. Just one last time...
