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When life gives you lemons, ferment them and get drunk.
Part 10
104 took off his helmet and held Ensign Chervayl close to him. She cared for him, more than she should. She looked into the Spartan's eyes, and he stared back into her's. They were deep blue. Her dark brown hair lay in 104's arms. She was beautiful.
"R-Rob" She stuttered. 104 nodded, "D-d-don't let me die" Chervayl said quietly. Her voice was quivering, and tears were forming in her eyes. " It's ok, I'm here." The Spartan replied. Chervayl wrapped her arms around his back, used all her remaining strength to pull herself close to 104, and kissed him on his lips.
Both of their eyes closed. The two of them stayed perfectly still, neither wanted to part. He felt as though he was holding an angel. Chervayl was warm, her skin soft as silk. She released his lips after what had felt like an eternity. 104 turned the over shield of his torso off as he pulled her tight towards his chest, Chervayl relaxed, and became limp in 104's arms. Tears fell from her eyes and hit the floor. Chervayl took one last look at the man she could never have, and slipped away.
Spartan 104 held the dead Ensign in his arms. He was shocked, he felt an emotion he had never encountered before. It was strong, and he could feel it burning in his chest. Blood was dripping from Chervayl's uniform down onto the floor. She had called him Rob, his name. Nobody ever called him Rob, but it made him feel human. He liked it, but now Chervayl was dead. There was nothing 104 could do about it. He felt anger, but smothered it. He knew it would render his tactical sense. He gently placed Chervayl on to the ground, and swore he would never get that close to anyone again.