He could make it, just a little more, just an inch. He winced at the pain the movement caused him. But she was there, just a reach away.

“Please” he begged his voice cracking, 

Rain poured from the sky, water mixing with blood. Just a bit more. Finally, His hand grasped hers, this time no matter what.

No matter what happened he would hold on to her like he hadn’t been brave enough to do before. Her fingers, covered in blood, were cold.

It was too late he had missed his chance. There was no reason he should have faltered but he did. He had tried again and again. Come back to this point. But in the end she always died. In this timeline and the next and the next and the next. His breath hitched, it was starting to get harder and harder to breathe. Pain coming with each uneven breath he smiled. After watching over and over again it was painful. This time he was done. This time he would join her. Even in death he loved her. He held her hand tight, he wasn’t ever letting go. Not ever.