Note: Just for the "RECORD" I own NOTHING, except for my own imagination of course.
There's an old saying that when you die you see your whole life flash before your eyes. But all I could see was the man before me as I lay dying in his arms. The one man who was cruel enough to leave me behind on a world of monsters to die, but didn't. A man who, in the end, left me behind only to save me, but couldn't.
A liar, a murderer, a convict. The one man I trusted.
I knowingly risked my life to save his as he had always done for me, a man who could not be trusted. A cold hearted man who did not need anyone, but somehow deep inside there was a warmth. A man who learned to care.
This man who cared for me, held me as I lay dying in his arms, pain stricken across his face. His piercing, glowing eyes stared into mine. The eyes of a man I came to care for when I was a child. A man I came to love as a brother. He was my protector, my teacher. He was my friend.
"Are you with me, Kyra?"
"I was always with you. I was."
There is no more pain now. My sight has become blurred. I focus on those eyes as I feel myself begin to drift away. I take one last breath and never let go.
I will always be with you.
Prequel in consideration. Hmmm...should I?