"She is going to die and there is nothing you can do to stop it." The words of the architect echoed through my mind as I leapt up and literally flew from the building. By opening the door I triggered the bomb that was rigged to the building and moved faster to evade the explosion.
I flew faster than I had ever thought was possible, and I left a wave of destruction behind me that was caused by how fast I was moving. "She entered the matrix to save your life at the cost of her own." The words would not leave my mind. Trinity had promised me to stay out of the matrix; I had asked her to, to avoid losing her. I wasn't angry with her, I could never be. I just wish I had been more alert, more careful, so I could have avoid whatever reason it was that my dear Trinity was forced to plug into the matrix.
I saw her falling form in the quickly approaching distance. I could make out the flashes from their guns, but then suddenly Trinity's stopped. Fueled with sorrow and anger I pushed myself harder and extended my arms. Don't let her die Neo I thought to myself. Mere feet above a moving car she fell into my arms, and I could feel her slide her arms around me, clutching onto my jacket desperately, as she whimpered in pain. It was killing me inside to see her in such a state. I laid her down on a small metal structure atop the room of some skyscraper. She slid one arm off my neck and placed it just below her wound as she held onto me tightly with the other.
I scanned her with my eyes to see where the wound was, and ran my fingers across her chest and rested them over where the wound lay. I could feel her pull my arm closer to her and my gaze darted up to meet hers. She was breathing irregularly, her desperate breaths sounding almost like sobs. I had never known Trinity to cry, and the fact that she was in such severe pain was tearing me apart.
"Neo, I had to." She whispered, and had to gasp for breath afterwards.
"I know." I replied softly, wishing that I could somehow comfort her. I moved my hand over hers that had been clutching my sleeve and held on tightly, and for a short moment we merely stared into each other's eyes as if we were silently trying to comfort each other. "The bullet is still inside." I said. I saw her swallow hard as I slid my hand into her body, hacking into her system. She pulled herself up and gripped me tightly, but as I lifted the small metal daemon from her body she threw her head back and let out an agonizing cry of pain that caused my face to contort with rage and sorrow. The moment I had removed the bullet I cast it aside and placed my hand over her shoulder and tightened my grip on her hand.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, her eyes filled with such a deep sorrow that it almost broke me apart. She gasped for breath one final time, as if she was attempting to say more, and her head lulled to the side as her grip on my hand relaxed. My eyes darted frantically, searching for any sign of life. I felt like my heart had been torn from my chest, as an overwhelming dizziness spread through my mind. I slid my hand under her head, incapable of accepting her death. I couldn't lose her in the matrix, not to the damn agents; I wasn't going to lose her, not then, not there.
"Trinity." I whispered, her name had a strange power over me that caused my heart to fill with emotion. "I'm not letting go. I can't. I love you too damn much." I continued, recalling her words to me after our intimate experience in Zion. You feel this? I'm never letting go. No words would ever be able to express even the slightest hint of my feelings for her. I slid my hand into her body once more, and closed my eyes as I gently massaged her heart, urging for it to start beating again.
I opened my eyes upon hearing a sharp gasp and looked down to see Trinity, eyes wide and chest heaving. A small cry escaped her throat as her eyes darted about until her gaze met mine. She began to pull herself up as I used my hand to pull her towards me as our lips met for the most meaningful kiss that we had ever shared. She pulled back slowly and I allowed her to somewhat reluctantly and looked into those eyes that I had fallen so deeply in love with.
"I guess this makes us even." She whispered. I nodded slightly before we resumed our kiss, although deep down I felt so deeply indebted to her. Not just for saving my life in the literal sense, but she saved me emotionally, mentally, in any way that one can save a person. She had shown me what no other could, and for that I was eternally in her debt.