My spirit animal is apparently a bear. It has been between a wolf and Fox most of my life.
Warnings: I'm sorry, I just like the premise of this one comic and just wanted to do it but make it a whole lot darker because I feel like shit.. So, War, Cursing, possibility of death/or death and shit like that all around.
Ages: 24 both.
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Clyde's POV.

I smile at Craig, getting the sudden idea to, sort of, joke around.

"If I make it out alive, you have to kiss me," I say.

"What?" He asks.

"You heard me," I say.

"What do you mean by that?" He asks.

"I just told you," I say.

I get up and start shooting.

"What the fuck?" Craig asks.

"They'd find us," I say.

He sighs and get up, shooting among my side. There is a moment where it looks like we're going to make it... until a bullet hits me right in the gut.

"Clyde?" He asks.

I shake my head, crying.

"Captain, there is wounded," Craig says.

"Yes sir," he says.

He carefully puts me down.

"Am I going to make it?" I ask.

He looks down at me.

"I hope so," he says.

There is an another shot. He puts my ammo bag against the wound.

"Keep your eyes open," he says.

I nod. He starts shooting again, it's a lot harder now since he has to do load and shoot or he'll get shot.

"I'm so-," I start.

"Don't talk," he says.

I try to keep my eyes open but it's getting harder and harder by the minute. There are other shots in the distance, which are easy to recognize by the fact a lot of people get off our backs.

"Okay," he says.

"Is it going okay, sir?" I ask, humoring myself.

He nods.

"We are not in immediate danger now. Goddamnit. Where are they?" Craig asks.

I smile at him.

"They-they'll come," I say.

"You are not going to die on me, Clyde!" He says.

"Hey... at least I had a good life?" I ask.

"No, you're not going to die!" He says.

He sinks down.

"Let it go, Craig. I'm hurting. It's a lot more useful to die. Remember, 'think about it logically'?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"No no no," he says.

He looks at me.

"You're going to live! You're not gonna die when all the other important people have already. We are on it, the war is almost over. You can go home to see your sister!" Craig says.

I take a deep breath, even if it hurts.

"Craig, please, we both know I'm not supposed to survive," i say.

"Aren't you supposed to be the emotional one?" Craig asks.

"That sounds like a comedy duo, the jackass and the one that's okay, me being the okay one," I say.

He actually slightly laughs, just a second. If this is when I die, at least I got to see him laugh.

"You're the jackass, more than me at least," he says.

"I will be remembered as the jackass then," I say.

It's getting harder to focus on anything.

"If I'm not dying, I'm going blind. Trust me, I'd rather die," I say.

"You're not going to die," he says.

He tries to make something to make the bleeding less severe.

"Did the bullet... go through?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"Then say goodbye to me, I'm not surviving this," I say.

"No, I'm not saying goodbye. Not at all. You'll be laughing at yourself for thinking you'd die," he says.

His voice is shaky.

"Hey, don't cry," I say.

"You're nobody to tell me when I can't cry," Craig says.

I smile at him.

"It's draining," I say.

"You are not going to die on me, if that's what you're saying here," he says.

I, even with my best efforts, start to fail at keeping my eyes open.

"If-if I never get to tell you this-," I say.

He shakes his head.

"You'll-you'll tell me later," he says.

"I love you. There, I said it, it's a bit late but I did. Now that I'm going to die, might as well," I say.

The war ambulance comes. Craig, very slowly, picks me up.

"You're not going to die," he says.

At that point, I can barely speak out of the bare pain of moving anything.

"At least tell me if you love me as well... I want to know... before I die," I say.

He sighs.

"I do," he says.

I look up at him, keeping myself smiling, maybe because if i wasn't smiling, I'd know how much I'm hurting.

"C-Can I get a last wish?" I ask.

He takes a deep breath.

"You... you are not going to die," he says.

"Only I know if I am and I'm sure that I am dying," I say.

He puts me on the ambulance bed.

"Alright then. You get a last wish," he says.

"Can you kiss me?" I ask.

"You told me to kiss you if you made it," Craig says.

"I did," I say.

He looks very surprised.

"I-I made it through the battle, it ended, just am going to die after it," I say.

He nods and kisses me. I try to keep my eyes open as long as I can.

"Don't... don't mourn me too much," I say.

I've started to cry again.

"How?" He asks.

"You'll figure it out," I say.

"Clyde, I'm so sorry this happened," he says.

"Hey, don't worry about it, it wasn't your fault," I say.

His lips move but at that point, I'm too close to feeling nothing to even hear.

"We're losing him, we have t-," the person that was meant to keep me alive, says. I can't hear anything about the end of the sentence.

I close my eyes, slowly letting go of the pain. I can't hear anything anymore but the last thing I feel is Craig's hand holding onto mine.

Well, time to die, I guess.