November 1897
"Give me peace."
Mina cries for me, cries for us both. Oh how I do not wish to leave her, but alas, I am done. She kisses me and I savour the feel of her tender, soft lips on my withered skin. I will miss my love, my soul, my Mina. She must be brave now, braver than what she has ever been before. With the last of my strength, I will her to end me. Do it.
The sword pierces my aged, black heart.
Darkness envelopes me.
Death is not so difficult. I feel weightless, more so than when I was able to turn into mist. I know who I am, who I was. I know her, I know my life. I see it all flashing in front me, like stills of a moving picture. Sounds, smells and tastes attack my senses as my memories surround me.
Death is comforting. Death is your whole life revisited for all of time. I get to see her for all of time.
