She could feel her feet cave in from beneath her. The pain was beginning to travel through her body. She clutched onto the spot where she was deeply wounded, trying helplessly to stop the blood from flowing out of her. She was only a few steps away from her destination. Today was supposed to be her new beginning, not the end.
His eyes stung from her pain. He could feel it killing her. He could feel her leaving him, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. Take me. He pleaded. He couldn't remember the last time he had prayed, but he would go to hell and back for her if he had to. He would do anything to save her.
"It hurts." she whispered.
He cradled her tightly against him. "Its okay baby, we'll fix this. You'll be okay." It sounded much less like a fact and more like he was trying to convince himself.
"Mayank, I love you." Her voice began to tremble.
She watched his face drain of colour. He was fighting to keep from breaking apart, and she knew that. The pain she was feeling was nothing like the pain he was going through right now. Her legs began to shake and she could feel herself fall, but before hitting the ground, she knew that he would catch her. He was always there to catch her when she fell.
She remembered their first meeting. They were at this very place, in this very spot. She could tell that he was remembering the same thing. Their journey was coming in a circle.
Mayank gently laid her down on the hard, cold ground. He gently brushed away a few strands of hair from her pale face. He stared at her quivering lips, her big wide eyes.
As if knowing that it was time, he leaned in and kissed her. He pressed his lips against her with all his might. Closing her eyes, she tried to breathe in his scent one last time. She wanted to take in as much of him as she could before she left. She wanted to remember this moment for all of eternity. She had to live her entire lifetime in this moment.
When they broke free of the kiss, both Mayank and Nupur stared into each other's eyes. There was so much that needed to be said, yet words couldn't find their way through the mountains that had now grown between them.
"Don't go," he said, his voice breaking.
She smiled faintly trying to fight back the tears. "By God Mayank, you should be happy. You won't have to put up with me anymore."
"That's not funny," He said, the words barely escaping his lips. He hadn't even realized that he was crying hard until she squeezed his hands. She brought them up to her lips and kissed them softly. "I'll miss you baby."
He held her against his chest and watched as she drew in her last breaths. Slowly, her senses went numb, but she could still the firm confidence of his grip as if he were challenging whatever it was to try taking her away from him. "Wait for me okay?" he sobbed, bringing her closer to his chest, allowing her sorrows to drain into him.
"I'll always love you Nupur." He whispered kissing her temple. He watched her soul separate from her body. He could no longer feel the drum of her heart beat against his palm. Just like that, she was gone.
He felt a tug at his chest. It felt like a part of him had been taken along with her. How could someone so lively be lying in her deathbed? He couldn't grasp onto the fact that only seconds ago, they were about to get married. In front of God, they were going to commit themselves to each other. How could she have possibly left him alone knowing that he was so vulnerable to the rest of the world without her?
He felt her soothing laughter breeze through him, calming him. Looking up at the sky, he knew that she was there all along. She was the part of him that nothing or nobody could take away. She was what defined him. She would always be in his thoughts, in his dreams, and throughout his entire life. She was his angel, his guardian angel.