My head grew heavier as I tried to fight against the darkness. I knew I was dying. I could feel it coming. The grim reaper, I mean. It wasn't an actual person, more like a dark shadow, looming closer as you sink farther into oblivion. Yet I tried to hang onto the slowly closing light, just out of my reach.
Somewhere, far away, I heard something that made me struggle harder. A simple voice, rough and uneven.
'Rave.' The deep voice whispered, more a feeling than a sound. I could feel him so close, yet so far away. 'You can't. Your mine.' My heart gave one pathetic leap before stopping all together.