"Aishiteru."

The last sentence she uttered had been her love for him.

She tilted her head upwards and kissed him, a bittersweet kiss.

The last thing she tasted had been his blood-stained lips.

She touched her forehead to his and smiled through her tears.

The last thing she touched had been his pale, warm skin.

She whispered with her last breath to him, one word that was almost carried away by the wind.

The last word she whispered had been his name.

She flashed that full-fledged grin of hers at him.

The last grin she gave had been for him.

She gathered all of her love, all of her forgiveness, all of the things that made her uniquely her into her eyes at that very last moment, the moment before her eyes slowly fluttered shut, never to open again.

And the last thing she saw had been his tear-stained face.