FRED: Will you kiss me?
Wesley kisses Fred on the lips tenderly and passionately.
FRED: (pulls back, looks down) Would you have loved me?
WESLEY: I've loved you since I've known you. No, that's not-I think maybe even
before.
FRED: (leans her forehead against his) I'm so sorry.
WESLEY: No, no, no.
FRED: (chokes on her coughs, crying) I need you to talk to my parents. They
have to know I wasn't scared, that it was quick. That I wasn't scared. (starts
convulsing) Oh, God.
WESLEY: (grabs her, looks into her eyes) You have to fight. You don't have to
talk, just concentrate on fighting. Just hold on.
FRED: (holding onto Wes's shoulders, looks into his eyes, quivering) I'm not
scared. I'm not scared. I'm not scared. (her grip softens, she can't hold
herself up) Please, Wesley, why can't I stay? (she goes still as Wes holds her
in his arms)
WESLEY: (looks at her limp body in his arms) Please... (hugs her) Please...