Seeing is Deceiving
Dreaming is Believing.
I still dreamed her, even now, a long time into the future. I still dreamed her, the way she was the day before her final day. All smiling and joking with me, her face a picture of radiance and contentment.
For a long while I didn't understand why she had been taken away? I could have understood if it was me, I was a bad person, especially at that time, getting Dawnie hurt and then going and killing Warren. I don't think she would have done something that stupid. She wouldn't have done something that was that bad.
I finally understood why the First had appeared to me in the form of Cassy though. He couldn't take the form of someone pure, of someone who was truly good. So when I die, he could easily take my form, but he couldn't take hers.
She was my world, my everything, for a while I just refused to let go. And even when I did I still carried round a piece of her, a necklace she had given me for my twentieth birthday, an enchanted Love Stone, that she promised would always draw her back to me no matter what. I took it off when we broke up, not wanting to force her back to me with magic, but she came back anyway.
Our love was wonderful, it was eternal, and now we were to be reunited. It had been sixty years, I was now gone eighty and I was dying, but I didn't care. I had lived for a long while, had saved the world more time I could count and now I was done.
She had come to me last night, while I was dreaming, I wasn't seeing things, I may be old but I'm not senile.
She said she was waiting for me, waiting for us to be together again. She told me that because of the amount of times I had saved the world there was a place for me where she was, I had been forgiven for killing Warren, and for that, I was glad.
I can feel myself going. Every part of me is becoming heavy, this is it. The end.
"Hey Baby. I've missed you."
I'm home.