A terrible scream filled the air between us. My terrible scream,

sprays of velvet red launched from my chest and the ground came very, so very close to my face.

Can this be the end?

The pain is quickly fading.

Is this what dying feels like?

The one who slashed my chest open had stood right in front of me, calmly Smiling, her face half-covered by a chitin white mask, hair raven black.

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A shell of what my voice had been, left me 'Why would you do this now? I thought you wanted me to be there for you.'

Even now the sound of her voice soothed me 'That's true she said, I want you to be here for me, forever.' At this moment my blood flowed in strange ways, I notice a faint pattern marked on the ground.

My eyes feel heavy under the blood loss.

I stretch my hand out to reach for something, anything, please...

My world falls and dissolves into an abys

Her voice.

'Don't worry Jacob you will be back.'