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[Snow leans into his hand, her short hair not quite as short as when she arrived here, long enough for him to run his fingers through it. She shakes her head just a little, her eyelashes heavy with tears, her face soaked from them.]
Please... Charming. [Her lower lip trembles and she strokes her thumb against his jaw.] I love you, too. Just... just please, don't leave me. [She reaches carefully behind him to pull the sword free, knowing it'll make him die faster. She knows he'll come back, because he will always find her and she will always find him, but holding him while he's in pain and dying gives her agony all the same.]
I won't let them get away with this. I'll fight them all, and you... you had better come back and find me, Charming.