A/N: first PB fic. I was listening a very depressing song when I wrote it. Sara POV, her last thoughts
Taken From Our Hands
I lost count of the time only recently.
Sitting in the dark, counting the minutes till they finally decide that they don't need me anymore.
The time arrived, I think.
I guess I don't have much time left, and I know that I should blame you for that.
But I don't.
I don't blame you for anything anymore. In that cottage I put my complete trust in you. I gave up all my believes and murdered someone – for you. And I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
I didn't know your plan. Had I known it, I'd have tried to change it of course. At first. But sitting here waiting for the inevitable I know that this is right. Because I know that you're still alive somewhere and maybe you can end this whole madness.
In that cottage I put my whole life in your hands: my heart, body and soul. I think these are the things that you usually give to the one you love. But we were never the average pair, were we?
So let's see. My love: that one you will always have. Please use it for good.
My soul: that one I should ask you to hold onto forever but that would be utterly selfish of me because then you wouldn't be able to move forward once the time comes. So though I know that you don't hear me now I ask you to give it back, so you would still have a chance at happiness. I know that you know me and you know that I would want you to be happy.
And finally; my body. Though it was never yours fully, now it is taken from our hands. At least neither of us is to blame for that.
My time's up.
I love you.
I love you with everything I have, and I'm glad that some of it can't be taken away. Please keep only the parts that are necessary, the others I would like to take with me so they won't burden you.
Thank you for everything.
I love you.
And I know that you know it.
The End