Here is mine.
I can feel the air growing stale and heavy in my lungs. I close my eyes against the darkness and try to slow my racing heart and accelerated breathing. I can’t have much time. Already my head is swimming. I can feel the smoothness of the phone in my hands, though I’d promised not to bring it with me. But fuck it, rules are meant to be broken, right? What are they going to do, kill me? I smile a bit at the thought and press the power button, watching the screen flash and illuminate everything.
I stared at the screen, at her face. I’d done this for her, and I’d wanted my last moments to be seeing her face. She’s so beautiful. So worth this. I hope she understands. I felt a vibration in my hands. Signal, here? Well shit. I opened a text to message her, and then… I blanked. Writers’ block now, of all times? I wanted to send her something romantic, or clever. Some message of love she could cling to in case she ever doubted. I felt myself growing dizzy, delirious, as I struggled to breathe. I stared at the screen, picturing her face as I felt myself slip to the floor. I tapped feebly at the screen, my lungs spasming as I gasped in my poisons. In the fading edges of my vision I tapped send, laughing and crying as I slipped away.
Sometime later, her eyes red from crying, her phone would buzz, and she’d look, hope lighting her eyes as she saw the sender and time. The phone would fall to the floor, and her sobs resume. Apparently she didn’t find it as funny.
The text read only “I love you, baby. You take my breath away.”