I thought he'd be here by now.
I honestly thought he would.
But he isn't. It's just me. Alone.
Bleeding out. All over the floor.
He didn't come.
Shouldn't have expected him to, after what I put him through.
Just kinda assumed he would.
I crawled to the phone and dialled his number.
Breathing heavily, room spinning.
I called him and said I needed him.
In the old days he'd have come straight over.
Before I broke his heart. Before I married someone else.
He'd have been here.
So, this is it. I'm here, alone.
This is how it will all end.
This is how I will die.
I've spent a decade of my life fighting evil warlords.
And in that decade, I've always come out okay.
Funny, really, how I'll die in my own home, on my living room floor.
Not saving the world, not being heroic.
Just bleeding out.
Bleeding because of him.
The man I should never have married.
I love you Jack.
God I hope you know that.
I hope you know that in my last moments, you were the one that filled my mind.
All the things I wanted to say to you, all the things I wanted to do.
So many things I should have said or done.
So many regrets.
So many.
I'm sorry. I love you. Goodbye, my love.
It's the real thing, this time. It's the end of it all.
As the scene starts to fade, one thing keeps me hanging on.
Footsteps.
He is here.
He is knelt beside me now, crying.
My hand is in his, and he is pulling me in to his arms.
He knows it's too late.
He knows that I love him.
He tells me those words I've been longing to hear.
I love you Sam.
And then he kisses me, and tells me what he knows I need to hear.
It's okay to go now.
It's okay to...
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