The room reeked of blood and dying bodies. The smell of death hung in the air like a sick miasma. His pale lips moved continuously, whispering that same name over and over, like a curse. Goodbye to the voice like the rumble of thunder. The deep brown of his eyes clouded over in his empty, blank stare. Goodbye to the chocolate irises. The muscles on his arms gave one last twitch and went limp. Goodbye to the strength of a warrior. His last breath left with a sigh, the name still upon his lips. It wasn't my name he was calling. It wasn't my hand that held his. But it was my heart he took with him. Goodbye to my first love.