I can still hear his words through the ringing in my ear.
"You're not my Jesse."
The young, dark-haired Australian woman brought her hand up to her chest. She felt the warm blood flowing out where the bullet had penetrated her body. She knew the end was near, though she had always thought she would fall to metal, not at the hands of the one she loved.
She looked up at him standing over her with smoking gun in hand and she can't help but wonder.
"Were we ever truly in love or were we just using one another? …Oh God, I'm so cold! Why am I so cold?"
Through blurry vision she watched as he walked off, leaving her in a pool of her own blood as she tried to call out to him.
"Derek, please, no! You can't leave like this! I don't want to be alone."
"You're not alone, Jesse."
She saw a white light with a figure that emerged from it.
"No, it can't be! Not her."
Jesse now grew cold with fear as a teenage girl with long, flowing blonde hair in a white dress appeared. She held her hand out.
"Oh God, please, no! I don't deserve this!"
"Neither did I, Jesse. Now give me your hand."
I know this is the punishment I deserve for what I did to this young girl, so I don't resist.
Jesse slowly reached out, taking Riley's hand. She felt the cold darkness embrace her and it all faded to black.