LEO's Point of View
I looked at Prue, hysterically crying to her Grams. I looked at Phoebe only to find her eyes looking directly at me, I could not find it within myself to be angry at her, I can't blame her, I only have myself to blame. Lots of questions run through my head. How? What really happened?
This is it, the very thing she was trying to save me from, the very thing she said she doesn't want me to go through... Now I understand... I feel so helpless and powerless... Useless... Just watching her slowly slip away, I can only watch and hope and pray and try to remind her that I am here. What's worse is she wouldn't be here because of me. Yes it's my fault, had I been there the exact place and time I promised her I'd be, this wouldn't have happened and that fact makes the pain heavier. It's like a double-edged sword stabbing me again and again and again every time it surfaces my thoughts...
The moment I saw a glimpse of her lying there, I felt like my world came crashing down, like the ground dissolved beneath me. Now I know what it feels like dying, my chest felt like it's gonna explode from...from... what? It's all different kinds of emotion, Love towards that girl lying there fighting for her life, Hatred... I hate myself! It's my fault! Had I not let Phoebe stop me, had I gone to the place where I'm supposed to meet her at the exact time I promised I would, this would not have happened, I failed her! I failed! I'm sorry Piper, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry...
PRUE's Point of View
I dunno what to feel... I'm confused...I'm scared...scared of the possibilities... scared of losing her. I'm angry... at myself for being incapable of doing anything to make her hold on... angry at Leo... at Phoebe... at whoever did this to my sister... I'm also hopeful.. still... wishing for more time with her... God I... I don't know what to ask of you anymore... I've asked time and time again... please not her. Not now. Not yet. Please...
PHOEBE's Point of View
I've been wishing for this for so long... for her to disappear... for her to be... gone... DEAD... there, I said it! Yes, I wanted her to die ever since I found out my mom saved her... it should have been her.
But now that it's happening, what I've been wishing for so long is now slowly coming true... why? Why does it seem like I can't take it? Why can't I stop myself from hurting? From longing for her? Looking back... all my life... she never raised her voice at me... she never hurt me on purpose... never judged me... always there to support me. Even after mom died, I blamed her, yelled at her... but she never talked back... not even to defend herself... Now, I don't know what is happening to me... all the walls I've built around my heart to block her from my life, it has all broken down...I'm starting to blame myself... I can't understand what I'm feeling! I don't like this! I don't want to entertain this feeling! I can't, no!
A/N: This is a just preview/excerpt ... read on to know how it started, how this story goes...