AN: here's part two of the Amfie two-shot. I'm sorry its taken a while to get it uploaded, I've been really busy lately. I hope you all enjoy it. Same warnings apply to this chapter. Some violence and upsetting content.

In the morning they were both very stiff, their necks aching and their backs hurting. Alfie's eyes opened first and he stared down at Amber who could look almost peaceful if it weren't for the huge bruise blossoming on her cheek. Alfie stood up and stretched out, jumping slightly as the door was flung open loudly. Amber sat up and looked startled, frantically swivelling her head around to try and see what was happening.

"I can't see." She whispered, her features dropping with sadness as the realisation struck her. Alfie quickly pulled her away from the door as a few tall men with guns were entering the room. Alfie tried to pull her up but she sank to her knees with her hair pulled back off her face. He took her hand tightly and brought it to his lips, kissing the ring on her slim finger. He used his other hand to tilt her chin upwards slowly and press a soft, gentle kiss on her lips. They both pulled away and pressed their foreheads together, their noses touching as he stared in her eyes.

"I.. I love you." She said, pressing her lips to his again, a few tears dripping down her cheek.

"I love you too Ambs." Alfie answered, wiping the tears away gently with his fingertips.

"I wish I could see you one last time." Amber said, opening her blind eyes and lowering her head. Alfie clutched at his face, tears streaming out of his eyes as he sank to his knees next to Amber. He took her face in his hands and stroked her cheek gently.

"We'll heal you, I promise." Alfie whispered, "When I get us back home you'll be healed in a minute."

"But we're not going home." She whispered, her voice full of so much dread. Alfie stood up and lifted Amber onto her feet.

"Amber I.. I promised your mother I would keep you safe."

"You promised my daddy that you'd stay away from his princess too." She answered. Her eyes would have been alight with playful mischief but now they were blank, scarred with a myriad of ugly red lines.

"That was before. Before the war. It was before I realised that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you." Alfie said, his fingertips caressing the edge of her jaw.

"And you have. Here we are, together. This is the best death we can hope for."

"When did you become so mature." Alfie questioned with a slight chuckle.

"I love you." Amber whispered desperately into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Alfie held her tightly, feeling her soft hair touch his cheek gently as he tried to hold back his tears.

"This is it. This is the end." She murmured, pulling away from the hug and taking his face in her hands. Tears leak from her destroyed eyes as her long fingernails graze his chin.

"It was so wonderful." Alfie replied, leaning down and pressing their lips together, a heated spark flaring at their lips and spreading through their bodies with the heat of the sun. His hands came down to rest, one on her shoulder and the other gently holding her hip. Alfie allowed his tears to escape and he felt them, tingly and salty on his lips as he kissed Amber as if his life depended on it. It burnt. It burnt away at him from the inside out because he couldn't save her. This was the girl he'd been madly in live with for years and he couldn't save her. Amber was the girl with the blonde ponytail who carried a my little pony lunchbox and demanded a carton of orange juice when she was seven. Amber was the girl who was clever, so unbelievably clever but it was hidden under so many layers of insecurity that she never showed it. Amber was the girl that he kissed in the rain and they both agreed it looked much better in the films. She was the girl he'd lost his virginity too. She was the girl he was going to marry.

She was the one.

The door swung open again and the sounds of heavy footsteps pulled them out if their private fantasy. Two men came and pushed them towards the wall as they gripped hands and braced themselves for the end.

"I love you Amber. I love you so much." Alfie cried hopelessly.

"I love you too boo." She replied. Alfie saw the men at the door lower their masks and set up their guns.

"Do you remember the summer." Alfie asked in a whisper, "The one where we found that meadow."

"It was full of flowers and the grass grew up past our knees. We were only about nine then so maybe the grass isn't really a jungle."

"But it felt like a jungle. You were Princess Marmalade and I was a great the Prince who was coming to find you."

"I was waiting in a tree. I was waiting for my prince to visit my 'tower'"

"I thought I'd lost you for good. It felt like I was trekking through the forest for hours."

"But when you found me it was perfect." Amber whispered softly as if speaking any louder would break the memory.

"You were wearing a red checkered dress."

"You had a twig in your hair."

"When you smiled the sun felt brighter."

"I pulled the twig out for you."

"And I said thank you m'lady" Alfie replied, his eyes misting over with tears.

"You said chocolate was the best snack in the world." Their hands tightened as the guns were loaded.

"You had your hair in two plaits."

"You told me you had a fear of small spaces."

"I still have that fear." Alfie's eyes slipped closed.

"I lov-"

The guns fired. They dropped to the floor in a pool of blood, their hands still clasped together. And in a meadow somewhere a girl in a red dress plays princes and princesses with a little boy who calls her m'lady. So they live there forever.