History was not something that could be changed. This is something that you should have known from the very beginning, that trying to change anything was pointless. For what you could comprehend, it seemed as if the story of the universe in which your soul resided was already set in stone, no matter how far forward or backward one were to travel. It was impossible to change history, to save someone from their fate if they were meant to die or stop a battle. Because, whatever was done to try to stop the event was already written down in history, you just didn't know it yet.

There were times that you wished you had tried harder to get home, but now, you would give anything for one more happy moment with him. You could no longer feel his warmth or hear his voice. Even the roaring of the fire and sounds of collapsing wood were nonexistent to you when they had been nearly deafening just moments before. The excruciating pain you had felt had gone, and now, all that lingered in this existence was your thoughts. They were entirely focused on him, on that last sweet kiss you had shared and how badly you wanted to tell him how much you truly did love him.

Love was foreign to him, as everything about you had been since the instant you awoke in his world. Still, out of everyone in his life, he had chosen to share his love with you. He had told you the night before that nothing he had gone through with you had been a waste, no matter what happened on this horrific night. You had told him that he would die, that everything they had built would crumble, and in truth, you were glad that you didn't live to see it all happen. Death was preferable to going through the pain of losing him.

Your soul does not belong here.

Then where does it belong? Where would you wake up now, if you ever were to wake up again? Perhaps you would awaken as his lover in a different life, your souls following each other through eternity, bound together by something stronger than just love. The thought of soul mates was believable to you after everything else that had already happened, so why not? It was a pleasant final thought, to imagine that, just maybe, you would wake up in his arms again.

Death, after all, was just a new chapter for your soul.

And it was time to turn the page.