"Katharina, my own. Come to me…Be my voice once more." His words rang in her head like a sweet, never-ending drum. As she curled up tighter, she prayed that he would come. He had to come; he always had when she called. It was one of the reasons why she loved him. In the soft moonlight, she could hear the sounds of the world going by. She loved, longed, but more than anything, she wanted to die. Every part of her body felt broken and bruised. Her heart ached with the betrayal of one whom she had trusted so completely. Was he coming for her, her dark angel, her heart's love? Oh Lord, why couldn't she die? In the distance, she heard muffled footsteps.
"I'm coming for you… You'll always be mine… Love me and let me love you… Katharina, you must live, if not for yourself, than for me." Her eyes felt so heavy. She began to drift into a dark cloud of numbness. "I can't, my love. It hurts." She knew that she spoke aloud only to herself, but it helped somewhat to pretend he was near. "You must. If you die, I will die." She startled, struggled to sit up. "No! You will live!" That voice, so soothing, so calm, flowed over her skin like water. "How? How can I live without you? You are my everything. I warn you now, my love. Your last breath is mine. Just hold on… I'm coming…" She felt herself begin to sink deeper and deeper into the darkness. Maybe she would see him again, someday. Maybe she wouldn't, for how could a damned creature possibly spend eternity with an angel? "I…can't." With a small cry, she curled up more and fell into the dark.
