"You're all that I hope to find in every single way, and the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay." – Mayday Parade, "Miserable at Best"

As I thought back on all that happened, there was no way this could be the end.

When I envisioned my demise, it always involved lack of food or being shot down by the police as a I ran away away away from crime. But now, as I lie alone, feeling the unbelievable pain, I knew this was the right way for me. I deserved it. I needed it.

And for what? Only love. A love that could now, never last.

All I wanted to do was live for him. And now, for his sake, I was near dead.

Very short prolog... I have a feeling this will be cool to write, though I'm not exactly sure how everything will occur.