A/N: So last night, I come up with this. And I was totally ready to cry. But I didn't. I have more control than that. Usually…

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I held her broken body in my arms. Her eyes of pure emerald were shut tight against the pain she could no longer feel. Her heart slowed down and I could feel it. Her fists that had been clenched were slowly relaxing, tension melting from her body.

And the horror finally set in. "No," I whispered. My monstrous hands are still on her fragile body. "Gwen, no."

A faint smile touched her lips, as if knowing I had killed her made her happy for some reason. And then it faded, her pulse dying under my fingertips.

"No, Gwen. No. Don't leave me."

Her head lolled to one side. All her muscles drained of tension as pools of bright crimson blood began to puddle at my feet and beneath her now lifeless form. And she went limp. The redhead had become deadweight in my arms.

"No, not now. Not after everything we've been through," I pleaded, hoping that this was some sort of twisted dream. I just wanted to wake up. I wanted to see the real world through my own eyes and know that Gwen wasn't really dead and that all of this mutation had just been another horrifying nightmare. Everyone I knew was in it, weren't they? And they were all out to get me.

I just want it to be a dream. I just want to wake up.

But I'm not waking up. I'm still holding her cold corpse in my hands as the heat seems to vanish from her.

"Gwen..."

She's not waking up. She's not going to wake up.

"Gwen, don't leave me..."

She's not moving. She's not going to move.

I want her to laugh and call me a moron and wake up. Anything. Anything in the world. Just so I know that this isn't happening. It can't be happening.

"Please, Gwen."

Tears are streaking down my face and I can't stop myself from stroking her crown of fiery hair. She's so beautiful. So, so beautiful. It makes me want to cry to know that all that beauty was wasted.

I truly am a monster.

"Gwen..."

The regret and grief crashed over me like a wave of icy water. It woke me up and reminded me that this was my reality. It was the worst possible reality I could've woken up in. It showed me that the girl I loved had died by my own two hands. And I hated my reality. I hated it with a burning passion that engulfed my heart in a blaze of black flames.

Who had I become?

"Gwen..."

Her blood was now in a massive puddle that seems more like a vortex to the Null Void, ready to suck me away at any second.

I wished she'd just say one last thing. I just wanted to hear her voice one last time. Just to have a memory of her. A memory that wasn't her agonized screams for mercy.

"Gwen, no..."

But she's still limp. She's not waking up. She's not laughing at me. I'm still a monster. I'm not waking up. This isn't a nightmare. This is my reality. The one I brought on myself. I did this. It's all real. It's all so real…

"Gwen, I'm so sorry..."

And I killed Gwendolyn Tennyson.

Only minutes before I killed myself.

A/N: Angst is becoming a passion of mine… Dang it. Please review. Thanks.

~Sky