His vision was blurred and distorted, everything was out of place. The room was spinning fast, but by sight it was hard to tell, everything was the same color.
White.
The only thing wrecking the pure color was the dark red puddle on the floor, blood. It was oozing from Allen's head, staining his pure white hair red. But he didn't feel it, he didn't feel anything; ever since he was locked away, ever since he was branded a traitor.
He laughed, but it was choked as the blood was blocking his throat.
Coughing up blood he scowled. How dare the Order brand him a traitor, he was innocent! He would never harm the one place he could call home after Mana died. The only place he felt was safe for him to be, the place where he found his new family. But all that is good must end, and for Allen Walker it did.
His friends, the ones whom he called family betrayed him. And he had the power to strike back, he knew he did, even in the mass amount of pain he was in he knew. Knew that even now he could wipe them out, because he had the power. But he didn't, he couldn't. Even though he was disowned as an Exorcist, even though no one stayed with him, even though he was betrayed…
He still loved them. It was in his nature, he couldn't stop loving them, no matter how much he hated them. So when his glassy grey eyes closed for the last time, he smiled.
The first true smile he had in a while, pure and innocent, even if covered in blood. And his last words, though heard by no one, were meant for all.
"I love you…"
I didn't edit it, or check for errors, I apologize. Wrote it in like... ten minutes for a roleplay sample actually. .