His left hand clings to the edge of tartarus, his right, clutching the hand of the woman he loves. To let go of either will kill him. His arms ache and he knows his time is almost up,
"choose!" whispers a cruel little voice in his mind, "leave her, live your life as normal, you don't need her!" but he knows he does, he needs her like a pill.
He gazes into her eyes, feeling a crystal clarity wash over him. He loves her, he's never been more sure of that in his life, anything else fades into the background. He chants her name in his head, it's like a heart beat. His eyes flicker over her face, memorising every aspect of her, keeping it in his mind. He doesn't want to die, but without her he's as good as dead.
For the first time in his short life he feels hate. Hate for evrything that life has put them through. Hasn't he done enough? Done what he should? Made the right choices? Doesn't he deserve happiness? The answer is clear as he hangs on the edge of tartarus.
No
He will never have done enough. Never be free of his life of selfless choices. For once he wants to do something selfish. Be with her forever. Forgetting about everything else, he lets go of the ledge.
Wrapped in her arms he tumbles through darkness and knows he would make the same choice every time
Because she's worth it.
