#contribution to rainsworthweek

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His last words [ENG + ITA]

[ITA: X]

His last words

The blade had stabbed his lung. He panted, in a desperate attempt to hang on to that feeble connection with his life. A life which he had no hope to keep on feeling in the form of warm rays of sunlight on his bare skin, of fragrant fresh-baked bread on his lips, of cool, clear drops of rain upon his closed eyes, of a smile so tender to make his heart giddy.

There he was going to die.

He raised his right hand, his trembling fingers reaching out for the white, soft cheek of Sharon. She understood his intention, and enclosed his cold hand within hers, leading it gently to her lips.

“Do not… Leave me… I pray you… Do not…”

She closed her eyes and pressed his fingertips on her own lids in despair.

“I am—afraid…”

I am afraid that today is the day when the world stop turning on for me, and the sky loses its lights. The wind itself will stop blowing, and no delight will be taken in listening to your tuneful, beloved voice. These were the words he would have spoken, but a cruel coughing imposed him silence: a baleful presage of death.

“I… Don’t want to lose you…”

Sharon pressed her wet lips on his knuckles gently, and her big eyes, wide open, stared at her valiant, precious, silly Xerx-nii. She could tell by his weak look that he had just a few drops of energy left in his body. And he used them to mutter his last words to her.

“There… Is something… I have longed… To let you know…”

“Please! Please, do not speak… S-save your energy…”

“I cannot, my fair lady. You… Must know that… I’ve always lov—“

He coughed, closing his eyes and grabbing her silk sleeve with his fingers. Sharon pressed her forehead against his, hushing him softly, denying his forthcoming death.

“I’ve always loved… those chocolate cookies that we ate at breakfast. Aren’t they delicious?”

“STOP!”.

Miss Sharon shoved the young man before her, a grumpy and pouring expression on her pretty little face.

“You’re not funny at all! You were not supposed to die like that! Actually, no knight dies talking about cookies!”

“Is it so? Oh… And I’ve deemed myself a knight till this very moment! How naïve, how base of me!”

“Stop it, Xerx-nii! Reim-kun, tell him! Sir Flamer do not dies like that in the novel!”

A little boy, hidden under a old, wooden table – a true heirloom of the Rainsworth household which he used as his prompt corner, blushed and touched his spectacles in an anxious, impulsive gesture.

“A-actually… Xerxes-san… You… You should have… Died… More… Well… Ahem… More… knightly… I-I mean… You--- You didn’t have those lines… In your… Script…”

Break laughed, shrugging his shoulders, and quickly got up, offering his hand to Sharon so that the child could take it to stand up. And so she did, but she still sulked.

“I thought princesses were not allowed to make such grimaces, ojou-sama…”

“You don’t know anything about princesses. You don’t know anything at all! I hate you!”

He smiled, and patted her soft hair gently.

“Does that mean that you are not interested in my solemn oath?”

The little girl looked at him, puzzled and curious.

“What oath?”

Suddenly, Break kneeled down, slow and graceful in his movements thanks to those habits of chivalry he would not have ever forgotten. He took the right hand of his little lady, and kissed its back lightly.

“I solemnly swear that my last words will be for you”.