but if you're me and i'm you then who's me and you i'm me an

Puck stood above his lover, a single tear streaming down his cheek.

"DarkPuck..." His voice wavered. DarkPuck lowered his head, sorrowfully.

"You know what you have to do, Puck," his voice was a whisper. He looked up at him with a forced smile. "It'll be okay. You know what the maf will say when they find out about me. I don't want to have to do this to them. To you."

Puck bit back a sob. DarkPuck took his hand and pat it.

"It's gonna be okay, Puck," he reassured him. He took the knife from the table behind him and placed it in Puck's hand, clasping it tightly. "Make it quick. It won't hurt as much then."

"D-Dark, I-I-"

"Don't," DarkPuck cut him off. "Don't... Please. Don't cry. I don't want your tears to be the last thing I see." He pulled Puck's hand to his chest. "I'll help you through it if you need to."

Puck's eyes were puffy from tears that he couldn't let fall as he struggled out a nod. DarkPuck smiled again and put the tip of the blade to his chest, right above his heart. Puck could feel it beating faster and faster out of his skin. He choked out a sob. Puck felt DarkPuck's hand on his as he slowly poked through his shirt. DarkPuck hissed out in pain, and Puck tried to pull away. DarkPuck grabbed his hand and forced the knife back up to his heart.

"It'll be okay, baby," he said. "I love you, okay?"

"I... I-I love you, t-too, Dark..." Puck's voice wavered in and out of clarity.

DarkPuck hummed contently, a hitch in his throat.

"On the count of 3," he began, "we both push in as hard as we can. We can get it done faster that way. Okay, Puck?"

Reluctantly, Puck nodded.

"1."

"2."

DarkPuck locked eyes with Puck, a tear finally poking free. That's when Puck couldn't help himself anymore. He started bawling.

"3."

In a single, swift motion, DarkPuck sheathed the knife deep inside his chest. Puck sobbed against it, clutching the handle in his hands as DarkPuck choked, coughing up blood and falling to the ground. Puck held DarkPuck's body in his arms, rocking him back and forth as the light faded from his eyes.

"I'm sorry..." Puck whispered. "I'm so sorry..." He looked up at the stormy sky with anger. "I'm sorry! Please, god, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry...!" He repeated the mantra long after he knew DarkPuck was gone. And he didn't stop until he was pulled away by black-gloved hands, back to their base. Back to discuss who had to die that night.