"Live..."

With all the strength left in his dying body, August shoves December off the edge of the cliff. August isn& #39;t exactly proud of what he& #39;s done, but if it means December might live, it& #39;s worth it.

The air feels much colder without December& #39;s warmth beside him, but August thinks that& #39;s okay. He won& #39;t be feeling it for much longer, will he? The enemy is closing in and... wait, is that...?

"July..."

August reaches out towards July with the hand that isn& #39;t pressed against his bleeding wound, and smiles in relief. His hazy, dying mind thinks July is here to save him.

He doesn& #39;t question why July is here, or how he knew that August needs help, August& #39;s mind is too tired for that. He& #39;s just glad July is here.