I couldn't help but feel afraid, even with his arms wrapped around me. I had told him I was ready but it was a lie. I wasn't ready, I wanted to live but it would be selfish for me to. This was the right thing to do. I pictured Tim as Marcel carried me to the ritual site. I had hoped that dying would at least leave me reunited with him, but I wouldn't even get that. He was human and I am supernatural, making our resting places different. My only hope was that the witches were telling the truth. I had nothing left but to put my faith in the very people who ruined my life. Marcel sets me down and I look up at Sophie, knife in hand.
"Do you believe in the harvest?" she asks. I look her in the eyes, scared but trying to stay brave. I had to be brave.
"I believe" I say. I feel the blade slide across my throat and I fall back. I fall into Marcel's arms, my last thoughts being of Marcel, hoping I would get to see him again. I close my eyes and feel the life leave my body…
I look up and see him, Marcel, throwing a chair. "Marcel" I cry out but he doesn't seem to hear me. I yell his name over and over again but to no avail. I realize then that he cannot hear or see me, I must be dead. The witches had lied, I was not coming back. I look up at Marcel, seeing the tears in his eyes. I want to hug him, I want to be sitting in his arms once more but I know it is not possible.
"Thank you for trying" I whisper as I look down to see my body is slowly disappearing.