It was like she was drowning. There was no air for her to breathe. Something was ripping at her skin. She was nowhere; he was everywhere. She didn't hear him, but she saw him. Vaguely she understood. Numbly she felt. This wasn't how it was meant to happen. She'd always hoped she'd feel his touch just before it happened. If it happened. He always said it wouldn't. That they were eternal. Or, that he was. And someday she would follow him down those steps to a never ending bliss. No fear. Control of everything; everyone.
"Power is everything," He'd whisper to her in the darkness, his thin white fingers gripping at her with a strength she could hardly register in her ecstasy.
And we will have it all.
It had seemed so resolute. He had seemed so tenacious. She'd had no reason to believe it would come to this, nor had he.
She thought for a moment. If you could call it thinking. Everything seemed so frayed and blurred. She could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing. But she ached for him. She always would. Trapped, and so blissfully lost in everything his being was.
It was exactly what he'd wanted from her.
Maybe she'd wanted it as well.
She smiled and closed her eyes.