I could not see, my tears were blurring my vision. The pain in my heart ran through my body like my own blood, it made me suffer, but I did not stop walking. I was trembling, my feet were cold.
As I approached, I could see the fragile crystal shinning because of the light sun of the day. I was feeling hundred of eyes looking at me, following me through my journey; it was not the moment to feel embarrassed, no, not now, not ever.
I felt guilty, it should have been me infront of that gun, and he shouldn't have done it. I could feel his presence, guiding me, giving me the strength I needed in that moment.
When I was finally there, I didn't have the heart to look down, I didn't dare, but I knew it was my last chance. There he was, I had the impulse of touching him, feeling his skin against mine, but the only thing I felt was the cold glass against my hand, the barrier between me and the love of my life. His beautiful eyes wouldn't see the light of the moon or the stars anymore.
"Trance, you have to let him go." Whispered Beka in my ear, I nodded; I knew I had to let him go. I looked at him for the last time, and with a weak "I love you." I made my way back. I was going to be alright, he gave his life for me and I wasn't going to waste it. The love he gave to me will always be in my heart, the things he taught me. I knew he was there, very far from me, but there, and I knew he would always be. Him. Seamus Zelanzy Harper. My Hero.
The end