Preface
I never would have imagined that I would die like this. I knew I was putting myself in danger, but I never really gave much thought about my death.
Despite my grief that everything I gotten used to, everything I was blessed with, everything that I had come to love and accept will now come to an end, I could not bring myself to regret anything. It was a sad end to what was a beautiful dream, but it was a beautiful experience all the same. I can only take comfort in the fact that I'm dying for him. Surely dying in the place of someone else, whom I loved...surely it was a good, noble thing. That was a comforting thought. As terrified as I was now, I had no regrets. I could not bring myself to regret anything.
I stare across the long room. The dark, evil eyes of the hunter meet mine. I can feel his deadly energy disturbing my calm. Menacingly, he smiles at me as he saunters forwards to kill me.
It's too late to run now...
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