I had been stabbed. Aleasha cackled at me, black eyes gleaming. But she had been stabbed, too. She collapsed to the ground, bleeding and laughing. In a minute she was gone. I saw Tyler come running up to me, kneeling beside me, screaming my name. He touched me cheek gently, his eyes filled with desperation and disbelief, almost as if he didn't really understand what was happening. But he did. He and I both did. I actually believed we could do this. I believed we could be together. I believed it all. But it was a fairytale. Pure imagination. It could never have actually happened, no matter what he tried. I was a fool to believe it. 

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    Tyler leaned down and kissed me, his warm lips filled with life against my soon-to-be cold lips. Although I was to be dead soon, he made me feel more alive than ever before. And that's when I knew. It was worth it. All of it. He was worth it. Just a moment with him was worth endless suffering after. One life with him cut short was worth ten long lives without him. His bright green eyes filled with love and sorrow and he watched me cough, my lungs filling with blood.

     I remember the first time I saw those eyes...