It's funny how the strangest situations cause you to realise the things which were there all along.

I watched her fight, spinning, turning with so much grace, in the desolate wasteland that is the end.

And I knew.

Maybe before I was just too scared to admit it. Couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't.

Not that it matters now, as she lies lifeless here before me.

A whispered goodbye, an admittance.

"I love you"

A small smile crosses her lips.

"B" she croaks and is gone.

And I'm left with bloodstained fingers, and love I never got to taste.