He looks at the blade. If he had only been quicker then it wouldn’t have happened.
Instead he watches it fall from her hand. The next and last sound he hears will be the soft clink as it hits the floor.
He looks at her as his vision greys over and hopes she finds the peace that has escaped her for so long. He wishes to tell her so but a distant clinking whispers to him that his time is up.
As he falls back he tries to offer a smile. It is all he has left and it is just for her.
Deadly Troubadour 