I was the one; the thirteenth. No one would've guessed, huh? Least
of all me. But it's the truth. That night, I died for some one else. I
sacrificed myself for an emotion no one fully understands.
Strange to think of it now, but, even dead, I'm a little confused. How does someone develop feelings for another in one terrifying night? Was it because he touched me and I could see his wife, feel his grief? Did I link more with him than anyone else? Could it have happened with anyone or was he special? I'll probably never know.
I do know I had never felt that way about anyone before. I know the moment it began. When I saw him walking down the stairs to the basement. I couldn't bear thinking of him being hurt. The feeling hit me like a ton of bricks. Like when I get a psychic flash. I played it off smoothly I hope. After that, everything I did was for him. Maybe not directly, but with him at the center of my thoughts.
When we went back into the halls to find his missing kids, I knew it would happen. I had a vision earlier that night. He had a clever idea to use the extra ectobar pane as protection. I was glad to die for him. For a feeling I didn't know I had. Even if he couldn't feel it back, it didn't matter. I felt it strongly enough for the both of us.
Strange to think of it now, but, even dead, I'm a little confused. How does someone develop feelings for another in one terrifying night? Was it because he touched me and I could see his wife, feel his grief? Did I link more with him than anyone else? Could it have happened with anyone or was he special? I'll probably never know.
I do know I had never felt that way about anyone before. I know the moment it began. When I saw him walking down the stairs to the basement. I couldn't bear thinking of him being hurt. The feeling hit me like a ton of bricks. Like when I get a psychic flash. I played it off smoothly I hope. After that, everything I did was for him. Maybe not directly, but with him at the center of my thoughts.
When we went back into the halls to find his missing kids, I knew it would happen. I had a vision earlier that night. He had a clever idea to use the extra ectobar pane as protection. I was glad to die for him. For a feeling I didn't know I had. Even if he couldn't feel it back, it didn't matter. I felt it strongly enough for the both of us.
