I never thought I'd die like this. It's so quiet, so still. I'm not afraid, like I had thought I'd be, but calm. Like the sea after the storm had passed. I never meant to, never wanted to. Not after I met him. My only love. He said he'd never let me die, and I believed him. How stupid. Not even love can stop Death. It is dismally inevitable. Now I was feeling Its icy fingers, closing around my being, concentrating Its arctic sting on my faltering heart. The shadows of the room I lay in seemed to close in slowly as my vision faded. I felt what seemed like the last drop of my lifeblood seep out, and then….nothing. I'm sorry, my love..