WARNING: Major spoilers for the episode, Last Rites. If you haven't seen it, exit this fiction now.
A/N: So I was really upset when Robin died (although, when has a character stayed dead in OUaT?) and this is my way of making peace with this fact.
Like a Fading Light
I know he is going to shoot Regina with that crystal. I can see it in his eyes. The Lord of the Dead is eyeing her like his next meal. I can't let that happen.
I don't think twice before jumping in front of Regina and pushing her out of harm's way.
I felt the shot hit me in the chest, and then everything went numb. If this is dying, it's not nearly as painful as I thought it would be.
I fell to the ground, but I was still standing. I could feel myself being pulled away. I looked at my body, lying on the ground.
I'm just a spirit now.
I reach out my hand and try and caress Regina's cheek, but I feel nothing, and neither does she.
And I'm being pulled away. I feel weightless. I am nothing.
I shout for someone, but no one comes.
The whole world is like a fading light, disappearing before I get a good look.
But the world isn't the fading light, I am the fading light.
There will be no afterlife for me. No better place or hell. Simply nothing.
I am not dying. In dying, there is hope for another world to live in. No, this is not dying. This is being silenced.
Forever.
Goodbye Roland, goodbye my baby girl, I think before everything turns dark around me and I cease to exist all together.
Goodbye.