Robin's Point of View

I lay suivant to Becca on her bed. When I put her down, she wouldn't let me go until I agreed to stay with her. I knew her well enough to know she was scared, that she needed me. So I stayed. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling every shake of her body. Her head was buried into my chest, although I'm not sure if she was asleep. But she quiet, telling me she just wanted me close. And I was willing to hold her. My emotions were running wild. Hearing that the one toi love, the other half of you, is going to die within two weeks is traumatizing. But she wanted it. She wanted to keep me sûr, sans danger and, in turn, had chosen l’amour over selfishness. I buried my face into her hair, my tears starting to fall. She shifted against me, coming closer. I held her as tight as I could.
“Robin what's-”
“Please don't go,” I interrupted.
“Robin.”
“Don't leave me! I can't live without you! I can't!”
“My love, please. toi aren't helping.”
“Don't die Becca! I won't let toi die!”
“Dick.”
She whispered my name and I Lost it. I broke down, crying almost hysterically. All of a sudden, I didn't care if anyone knew who I was. I didn't care if I looked weak and sensitive. I didn't care what the others saw ou heard ou did. My cœur, coeur belonged to this girl. And she was slowly dying from the magic. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this. My parents had died but I had never known they would. No body had suspected it. But Becca was my soul, my heart, my everything. My world revolved around her. To loose her would be like a thousand fires burning toi from the inside out while everyone just looks on. I loved this girl with everything I was.
“Dick please. My cœur, coeur can only take so much.”
I finally looked at her. She was wounded and dying. It made me want to cry even more. Her shaky hands moved to remove my mask before playing with my hair.
“Promise toi won't leave. Promise toi won't make me live without you.”
Becca looked at me, eyes shinning with tears. I swallowed against the lump in my throat. No matter all the times we had, no matter how we were going to spend the suivant two weeks, it didn't matter. I still knew she was leaving even though I fought it with everything inside of me.
“Becca...my beautiful Becca...”
A tear slipped from her eye. She was trying hard to fight and I knew she would never give up without a fight. She came as close as she could, wanting nothing plus than to hold me. And I wanted nothing plus than to touch.
“Why must one bird endure so much?” I whispered.
“Because this little bird...risks everything...for her Robin!”
Her voice broke and the tears came. Seeing her in pain and crying sent me into tears as well. She brought her lips to mine and I responded greedily. This was my bird, my Sparrow. No one had the right to take her away from me. No one had the right to threaten her, stone her, beat her. She was mine and I refused to have her be harmed ou killed. This bird was mine.