A/N: Hi! This is Drop Your Oboe again! This was written by Sandy of Drop Your Oboe.
So this is what it's like to die...
In a daze, she felt phantom lips brush hers, a voice whispering...something. She couldn't hear properly. Couldn't see straight. One minute bright colors exploded, the next she was in a dense, gray fog. She heard bells from nowhere. She thought there were people near her, around her, standing over her. As she struggle to sit up, Dom appeared over her. He was holding a knife. He smiled. His teeth were far too sharp, and since when were his eyes completely black...? The blade flashed toward her, and she weakly put up a hand to stop it. Cold steel hit her palm...
And dissolved along with Dom.
Just a dream. That's all. The people disappeared. She sat in swirling fog. Do they think I'm dead?
"Hello?" The call came as a whisper, no more. She was doomed.
Her last conscious thought was of her secret. It should have been their secret. Now he would never know, and she could never tell him.
But after all, there are some secrets that you carry to the grave.