Anonymous: It's the slick crunch of bone that she hears first, the slide of muscle against gurgling tissue as she holds him against her chest, her name coming across chapped and bloodied lips in a broken mantra. She can feel his heartbeat fading, fast, with each heavy of his lungs matching the sound on mortars slinging around them. But even of sound of gunfire, smoke coating her nostrils, when his heartbeat stops - all she can hear is silence and her name one last time.