"What? No...Tip, you can't!" Violetta cries, clutching my hands tightly. "There's...you'll-"
Pitch speaks again.
(Gosh, his voice is really creepy. Great. I'm going to have to put up with it.)
"Because I'm feeling generous this moment...last chance for physical contact."
I freeze, a million things going through my head. Hug? No. It has to be something special.
Something special.
In my mind, I go through all the times I've had with Violetta, but it's still not enough. It has to be something that's different, a way to let Violetta let me go and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Something to make Pitch weak at the knees. Something that's so, so beautiful you can't begin to describe it.
Something that you cherish, you need.
That's when I realise.
Of course. The most obvious thing that's staring me in the face.
I look into Violetta's eyes. "Violetta..."
Tears stream down her face, her eyes sparkling. "Please don't leave."
I lean in, my eyes slipping closed.
And I kiss her.
It's wonderful, magical, special.
She kisses back. I feel her grip on my hands loosen.
This is it.
I take my chance.
"I love you," I whisper in her ear before I let go and see her become smaller.
"Tip!" she screams, reaching her hand out to touch mine. I reach my hand out as well. My fingertips graze hers and I focus on her being, on everything she is as I fall backwards into the deep, black abyss.
I love you Violetta. Don't forget that. Please never forget that.
