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No one is like you. That's obvious, I know, and you're not used to me stating the obvious, but sometimes it's all I can do to say your name when I look at you. You have been there for me from that very first day and I don't know how to tell you that I wish we could never end. That's not the way he's set it up, though. I have to go or he'll kill you. Have you killed. You may never know, as I can never tell you what you mean. A limpid conductor of light. A catalyst and so much more. What you don't know as I say goodbye is that I am trying to impress upon you so much more. One day I hope to tell you why I must do this. What you and I don't know yet is that I'll be conscious. Normally, an anti-arrhythmic at such a high dose would cause unconsciousness. But I remember you, clear as day, struggling to get to my body. You had been concussed. But you had to see, to know. I wanted to make it easier on you. I tried to turn you against me. I told you it was all false. I was false. Still you will believe. I know you. And you know me. I let you know me, the real me, because you were meant to. I can't really explain it, not even now, but I knew you were different, were special, in that first instant. I can only hope that when it's all over you'll still be here for me. And only me. Know that I do it all for you. That I was made for you.
