His mouth dropped open as he held my hand. “Monia.”
I let out a long exhalation, burning pain bothering my throat. “I can die now. I just had to tell you how I feel. Please, remember me, my love. I would’ve loved you forever. You’re the best man I’ve ever met. There. Now I can leave you.”
He chuckled, which I didn’t like because I wanted my predicament to be taken seriously. I was dying, for Pete’s sake, and trying to make the most of my last moments on Earth. I glowered, which made him laugh harder. Honestly.
“It’s not blood, sweetheart. A jar of tomato sauce crashed, and the contents dropped on you.” He caressed my cheek, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. “Oliver was hit, not you. He grabbed the gun, but then he fell on top of it, shooting himself.”
“Oh.” I touched my chest and glanced down at the bright red stain. Admittedly, the smell should have made me think. “Are you sure?”
“Very.”
“I feel pain in my chest.”
“Because the jar hit you.”
“Well.” I tipped my chin up, gathering all the dignity I could muster. “I guess I’m all right then.”
He bent over me and kissed my lips. “And I love you, too.”
