Keith gasps and coughs, tears spilling down his cheeks. His gaze is distraught, begging, and Shiro wants to scream. Guilt crushes his chest, and he wraps his arms around Keith. He lifts him, gathering him close and cradling him to his chest. Keith’s tears of fear mix with blood and Shiro presses their foreheads together. I would never, his heart cries.
But he has. He has left Keith, been ripped away from the boy whose every touch and glance pled not to be abandoned.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Keith.”
Keith whimpers, while hot tears flow down Shiro’s own cheeks.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
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