They both lay on the snowy forest floor, the flurry of white unable to cover the seeping pool of crimson underneath their bodies.
He looked at her with light faltering from his eyes. She was beautiful even through blurred vision; not even the clouds of the winter could shadow the brilliance of her sunlight-colored eyes and hair.
"Hey," he finally said after a moment, extending a weak hand and brushing some of her hair out of her face.
"H-hey," she replied weakly, trying to plaster the best smile she could. Her eyes were narrowed and dull, but nonetheless he thought they were golden.
He returned the weak smile, knowing he had not much of him left. "I'm glad our paths crossed, even if it came to this."
A tear rushed from her eye to her nose; she was always a bit of a crybaby to him. "...Me too."
God...
She reached out to his hand on her cheek and gave it a light squeeze before intertwining their fingers. He returned the squeeze and nuzzled as closely to her as his energy still could.
If you're out there--
The cold snow continued to fall, slowly covering the two of them in beautiful white specks. Despite the cold, they felt warm in that specific moment, body heat exchanged with whispered words before their end.
Please...
"I wish..." he said very softly, only loud enough to reach her ears. He closed his eyes and thought of his wish, and she closed her eyes to hear his voice one last time.
And without a noise, they had gone silently into the winter night, wrapped in each other's faded warmth.
Maybe in another life we can meet again.