It was in that shimmering moment of truth that made me realize it was all a lie. The shadows grew together as the fearful monsters circled me, watching with their red eyes brimming with hate. All of them united in the common goal of ending me. They were patent, watching me, no one was in any hurry here, between us we had all the time in the world.
But none of them mattered anymore, it all was a lie.
All I had stood for, all I had fought for, none of it was true. And now I was going to die, not for my ideals but for his. Mere hours ago I would have jumped at the chance to prove my love and fight for him. But now one tarnished piece of gold had broken that unquestionable bond between us in a matter of seconds. Clutched in my hand I could feel it burning into my skin, throbbing like a heartbeat between my clenched fingers.
I loved him, I would probably die here, with his name still imprinted on my shriveled heart. It made me want to laugh, as the shadows drew closer together, muscles tensed to spring at me, I felt the hysteria building up inside. As much as he had betrayed me, left me, condemned me to this, I still loved him. And in the end as the shadows advanced and the sun rise broke over the city I realized, maybe after all this, all I had done in its name, it had never been love to begin with. Maybe it had only been a dream.