some good ole space angst
She slammed the taunting green button with her frail white hand. Draining her life force to do so. The metal doors of the vast ship slowly but surely opening for the army waiting outside. She, a tech genius, taking her last breaths. The moments escaping fast, her love sprinting to her side. The thick red liquid, a pool she seemed to be drowning in. His warm salty tears mixing with her red metallic blood. A blade wound to the waist. The gash eating away at the struggling flesh. Growing larger by the second. Weeping, he was, cradling the petite girl in his armor clad limbs. Placing a loving, soft kiss upon her blood stained lips, as she drew her last fleeting breath. The copper taste of his lovers blood upon his tongue, salty liquid dripping from his eyes. The silent screams filling the air. Shot in the heart, he had been. Its contents, his reasons for living, pouring on the cold, hard floor. He, himself, his strength failing. His lungs, collapsing. His veins, punctured. His stomach, filled with regret. His nerves, broken. His eyes, bloodshot. His ears, ringing. His nose, the dreadful scent of pain wafting through. His lips, the taste of his dead lover remaining. As he curled up beside her, death descending down onto him, taking in the last air and moments with her.