"Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas, they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal"
-William Penn
Prologue
All those months of effort, of heartbreak and anguish were in vain. My heart raced against my ribcage as the clock ticked closer to the end. The end of what? His life? Their life? Mine? Did it matter? Our lives were entangled now and the end of one would end us all. Could it really have been only a few months ago that I was dragged into this? It felt like my entire life was devoted to protecting someone who was beyond saving, not even real. And even as my efforts were wasted, my heart in tatters and I was surely going to die where I stood, I couldn't regret it. Because even though this path had lead me to my death, it had also lead me to him. To them. My family.
I closed my eyes, taking my last breaths of life before the gunshot rang out. A child screamed in the background and it was all over.
Hey. Supernatural stories are something I never do but this is an idea that's been going around in my head for ages. I think this is different to all the other Mentalist AU's and I hope it isn't cliched at all. It's my first AU so please be gentle. I've only done the prologue, mostly so I can get some comments on peoples thoughts if I should do this story.