Who would've thought dying could be so... peaceful? There were no regrets, not more anxiety. Just this dull pain in her chest and the slightly coldness which was slowly getting more intense.
Her dark blood was soaking here once light blue dress and slowly started to cover the dark wood of the floor. But she didn't see the red, thick liquid spreading.
The girl lied there facing the ceiling and listening to her low heartbeat. It was getting slower and slower, but there was no fear left inside her head. Only silence.
Silence and shreds of pictures before her eyes. Memories that slowly started to fade away - one after another. There were so much of them.
Some which had made her feel alive and some that had made her feel getting colder and lonelier. And all in between.
Memories of a colorful life which were losing all color with every strained breath she took.
And all that was left behind was his face. Clearly before her closing eyelids and the question if he even knew... does he know that he was the reason she never regretted anything?
Does he even know, that he is the reason for her choice and that she would do it again if she had to?
For him?
In a heartbeat.
And as her eyes finally closed completely this very heart stopped beating and the coldness covered her entirely as MC faded into powerlessness.