I could smell the blood. It was getting fainter as I drifted in and out of consciousness but the smell was there. The smell was terrible, but familiar. The metallic smell was almost comforting to me. It was comforting because I was so close. So close to dying. I wanted to be out of this world already but like anything, I had to be patient. I'm sitting here in my extravagant room in a pool of blood, counting the seconds until I can finally float away. This wasn't like the movies, I wasn't any closer to seeing "a light" or anything. The initial pain had escaped me by now. I was numb and my blood was warm and flowing. Of course it was raining today, how cliché.

What would he think. He's too busy now. I had wasted all of my small life's passion on him and now he gets to live the rest of his pathetic life with passion and spirit. I used to have that and now I envy him. He used me and left me dead. Not physically dead, I caused this myself. But he left me dead. The "fledgling bird full of life" is now empty. I ran out. He took it all away from me. Not just happiness, he robbed me of any emotion I had ever had. I fruitlessly gave it all to him and now look at me!

He won't even care that I'm gone. He doesn't actually love me does he? I thought I loved him and I thought he loved me. But all those feelings were probably a lie anyway.

"Emotions shroud logic. And logic is the only way to find an answer"

A man aiming to create a world without spirit. That was him until he found me. But he sucked the life out of me. I am no longer needed. He doesn't deserve life right now. He doesn't deserve it because somebody else does, and that somebody is not me. And I couldn't save that somebody. I watched that somebody die, within my own body.