Summary: Second chapter to last words. This time, Teyla's POV

Disclaimer: Stargate: Atlantis is not mine. It belongs to MGM. None of the characters are mine. The little excerpt at the end is from a book titled "If you come softly"

It is hot. Very hot. I feel like I am in the middle of a fire. I can feel your hand holding mine. Your hand is so cold in comparison. I can also feel your hand on my forehead. I can also hear your words. You encouragement, willing me to live. I want to open my eyes, to show you everything will be okay. However, if feels as though my eyes are glued shut.

I don't want to leave. We always dreamed of getting married, having kids. At first, it was kind of a joke. Just something to say, that would make us laugh. Though we knew it would happen. Just not then, not yet. We knew it wasn't a joke. That it really could and nothing would stop us from making that happen. I remember the first time I met you. You showed me more respect than the others of your people. You saw that I was a person. Not primitive and less advanced than you. Like I was truly a person. That I felt, and that I was alive. For that I am forever thankful. I also remember the first time we kissed. We were on the balcony, at night, looking over the crashing waves of the dark ocean. I knew I cared about you more than a friend. However, you were a leader, and I was suppose to follow your lead. Nothing could ever happen between us. However, it did. You put your hand on my shoulder and turned me around. I saw in your eyes, love. Pure, almost tangible love. I'm sure that the same is more than apparent in my eyes. Then, to make it official, a kiss. His soft lips on mine, and warmth threading through my body.

That was about six months ago. And these past six months have been the most meaningful and wonderful that I have ever experienced in my life. To love you, and know that you love me back. And now I am lying here, presuming in the infirmary. I am frightened. Of never seeing you again. Of not having the chance to tell you one last time that I love you. I see my father now, and my mother. They are waiting for me. I know that it is my time to leave. I don't want to leave you, but alas, I must. I love you john. I always have, and I always will. Goodbye

Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us, for a while. Then long before we are ready, it moves on-

- From the book If you come softly-