Title: Two Simple Words
By: ari
Summary: '...I became conscious that he could slit my throat and with my last gasping breathe I would apologize for bleeding on his shirt...'
Characters: Nick, Greg
Genres: angst, romance
Rating: R
Warnings: character death

"What? But I, but you, you can't seriously..."

He cut me off, "But, but, and more buts." He clicked his tongue at me, "I am serious, and you better believe it, now," He continued calmly from his previous state of yelling, "GET OUT!" And with that he pushed me out the door and locked it behind my poor helpless soul.

It had been only one night, but the love showed to me led me to believe he liked me more then that, I clearly was wrong. Slowly I walked towards my vehicle and slid in, unshed tears threatening to fall. After several failed attempts I started the engine and drove off.

Usually I pay close attention to the road but this time memories of the previous night involuntarily came floating back to me, clouding my mind and concentration. The unwanted memories were so vivid it was as if I was reliving those moments again.

I could feel his breathy groans ghost over my shoulder as I found his pleasure spots and took advantage of them with my playful, agile tongue. And then his loud, animal-like moan as I bit down, gently I may add, on his erect nipple.

I could smell dust and fingerprint powder on his delicate skin as beads of sweat slowly fell down his forehead as the pounding increased. Usually the scent of such thing would be disgustingly horrible to inhale but since it was his it smelled like the sweetest scented, most beautiful flower in the entire world.

We were connected, together, at last, and it felt so damn good. Our bodies molded together as we progressed our heated session and it felt as if I were finally a whole, as if before this I was only a part of something bigger but I never realized it until I experienced this.

I felt his muscles tense under my fingers as he finally caved into the tempting orgasm that had threatened to erupt since we had started. He collapsed on top of me and I could hear his breathing slowly even out before a slight snoring filled the room.

But then in the morning I awoke to find him glaring at me as if I had done something wrong. I could see his skin flaming red, as if it had been burned, but then I spotted the steam still billowing out from under the bathroom door, the water had been turned off awhile ago but the dripping from the tap seemed to be echoing through the house.

I opened my mouth to speak to him but before I could...

A car impacted the side of vehicle, jolting me from my flashback. The driver of the car gave me the middle finger before continuing his drive. I shook my head. Was that my fault? God who knows, but that guy was a jerk for not at least seeing if I was alright.

I noticed I was on a pair of train tracks. I heard the sound of a distant train. Oh god! This was just like in the movies, you know when the vehicle get stuck on a set of train tracks and the driver is helplessly locked in and can't get out and the train crashes into them and they die because the train driver couldn't stop and oh my god I'm going to me road kill if I don't get out right now!

Frightened that the end of my life may be nearing I panicked and clawed at my seatbelt, trying to get it off of me. When I couldn't get it off I screamed and panicked even more before remembering I had a pocket knife in the glove department. Quickly I rescued the knife and began cutting the straps of the seatbelt frantically.

Finally the straps snapped and I opened my door just in time to see the light of the train, only a few feet away. While I was busy trying to free myself from the seatbelt I hadn't noticed how close the train was getting.

The train impacted hard. My vehicle was crushed and shoved away by the furious train, sparks were shooting everywhere. Any person inside that metal box would have been killed instantly.

And I lay there, on the ground, just a few feet from the speeding train. My body was screaming in pain, but I was deaf to it. I just sat there, blankly staring ahead at the train.

Soon my mind floated off into some deep thinking. I realized just how much I loved him, and just how hard he broke my heart. And somehow throughout him breaking the reflection of me into millions of tiny pieces for the world to see, I still loved him, with every fiber in my body.

I became conscious that he could slit my throat and with my last gasping breath I would apologize for bleeding on his shirt. Right then I needed to know, if I was something he would miss, deep down that is, would he truly miss me?

With bloody fingers I pulled out my cell phone, which was amazingly enough still intact, and dialed his number. When he answered all I got out was two simple words.

"I'm sorry."