After these last few weeks I don't think anything is imposable anymore. Honestly I am having serious thoughts of suing the person or people who thought of the word imposable. What I was looking at went against everything I have ever learnt or told myself. Fairytales are not real no matter what you believe in. Nightmares do not come and chase you after you've woken up from your dreams. But because of this one fact how can I prove I am right. How can I absolutely, positively, honestly know that everything I have ever been told is unreal? Everything I have lived and died for matter in this single second. It all made sense, why I was here. What I was doing & who needed me. I should be scared I told myself, I mean I'm staring death in the face literally. Yet, all I did was laugh. How cliché, at the end of the road I can say I laughed at the sight of death. And yet this was the end I would be with him and nothing else mattered. Not Kitty could stop me or Niamh. This was my fate, destiny if you will. The end of my heartbreaking, adoring fairytale. No matter if you believed in them or not. The nightmare had come and chased me but if this saved them then it was worth it. It was all worth it. I would be the sacrifice but I knew in my heart It wouldn't be a sacrifice I would be menting the pieces of my shattered heart.