For every love, there is something lost. And Xavier knew, he knew this time, that his time was running out. He could sense it, feel it in the air when the breeze danced around the two of them. He could feel in his heart he was dissipating; He had broken too many laws and tainted too many souls to stay much longer anyhow. And yet, there was an aching feeling lingering inside him, telling him not to go. It was guilt. The guilt and pain he felt when he delved into Anna's eyes, as she held his hand to her chest and pleaded with tears in her eyes for him to stay with her, to not close his eyes, even for just a second.
Xavier wanted to. He wanted to stay. He wanted to squeeze her hand tight and tell her stop crying, to laugh at her for being such a baby. But his breath was shallow, his mouth was dry, and the blue summer sky grew hazy and his gaze faded to black. "I love you," he whispered in his mind, and then he let go of her hand, let go of the world.
For every love, there is something lost. But if the price is your life, would you give it up?