Tears blur my vision as I fall, shooting hopelessly, desperately at my
adversary. He is an Agent, holding no good intentions in his power;
Morpheus' words ring in my mind: 'Whoever has tried to fight an Agent has
died in the process.' Oh, God- please don't allow me to be another victim.
Help Neo carry on if I die this night.
Neo. Fleeting images of my lover pass through my psyche, just allowing
enough time for a bullet to whistle through the air and into my heart.
My world flows together like a watercolor painting and all I can focus on
is fate. I am falling, weak and powerless, plummeting to the city below.
Until.
I feel warm human flesh against my own. Neo's flesh. I give a shaky sigh as
I press my ear to his chest and feel his heart beating; I suddenly don't
feel so isolated, knowing that he is alive.
We land and he holds me tenderly in his arms. "It's still inside," he
observes. I gasp in shock as he removes the bullet from my heart's cavities-
but my heart is beginning to fail. Then, I hear his voice beckoning me,
pleading me not to leave him here tonight. His tears fall into my glazed
eyes as my blood pulses less and less from the wound with each beat of my
weakening heart. I would care to say 'I love you', but my body does not
allow it. My breaths come in short gasps now and the pain is fading; my
agony is numbing. The last, muffled words I am able to comprehend are
Neo's.
"I love you too damned much."
Goodbye and good night, my angel, my one. My time has come; I was able to
save you, but not myself. This is the works of fate in our lives. Within
your heart, I will always be holding my last breath. Do not forget me, and
I will not breathe it away.
adversary. He is an Agent, holding no good intentions in his power;
Morpheus' words ring in my mind: 'Whoever has tried to fight an Agent has
died in the process.' Oh, God- please don't allow me to be another victim.
Help Neo carry on if I die this night.
Neo. Fleeting images of my lover pass through my psyche, just allowing
enough time for a bullet to whistle through the air and into my heart.
My world flows together like a watercolor painting and all I can focus on
is fate. I am falling, weak and powerless, plummeting to the city below.
Until.
I feel warm human flesh against my own. Neo's flesh. I give a shaky sigh as
I press my ear to his chest and feel his heart beating; I suddenly don't
feel so isolated, knowing that he is alive.
We land and he holds me tenderly in his arms. "It's still inside," he
observes. I gasp in shock as he removes the bullet from my heart's cavities-
but my heart is beginning to fail. Then, I hear his voice beckoning me,
pleading me not to leave him here tonight. His tears fall into my glazed
eyes as my blood pulses less and less from the wound with each beat of my
weakening heart. I would care to say 'I love you', but my body does not
allow it. My breaths come in short gasps now and the pain is fading; my
agony is numbing. The last, muffled words I am able to comprehend are
Neo's.
"I love you too damned much."
Goodbye and good night, my angel, my one. My time has come; I was able to
save you, but not myself. This is the works of fate in our lives. Within
your heart, I will always be holding my last breath. Do not forget me, and
I will not breathe it away.