Trinity lay resting her head on Neo's chest, unaware of whether minutes or hours had passed as she felt Neo's skin grow cold beneath her cheek. She felt like her heart was physically breaking, a great searing, tearing pain that engulfed her chest, making her choke and gasp.

It was unbearable.

She sat up and looked at Neo. So still, so cold. his beautiful brown eyes closed forever. And she had done it! She had.

She had killed Neo.

She said it over in her head, trying to make herself believe it. She stroked his cheek, icy cold.

Suddenly, she had a flash of memory. Of Neo lying like this, plugged in, as the Sentinel stood over them like some sort of macabre angel of death. She had thought he was dead then. but he wasn't. He had survived - until now.

"Oh my god!" Suddenly she realised it, that he was dead and not coming back "Oh my God!" Tears rolled down her face and she kept gasping, choking, "Neo! Neo! Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, no, no. No! Neo! She climbed shakily to her feet, and stumbled back. She couldn't stand this.

Her gun lay on the ground where she had dropped it. She grabbed it, reloaded it with trembling hands. She couldn't stand this, couldn't bear this pain for one more second. Slowly she raised the gun to her temple.

With a last sob, she quashed her tears as she determined to be strong at the last.