I laid down on the floor not so gracefully. I was so tired I couldn't even stand up straight anymore. I looked up at the ceiling. 'Was the pipe fuzzy?' I couldn't tell, everything was sort of blurry. I guess that's what happens when oxygen is running out. I heard the door to the room I was in move slightly, I looked up and saw John.

He laid down next to me on the cold hard floor. I guess he was tried too, it was only us now. Everyone else that was in space with us went down earlier that week. We had no idea about the oxygen depletion at the time. But it had become our quickening reality.

"You know I always thought I'd go down fighting, not laying down on the floor next to the girl I shot 6 years ago." Murphy said turning his head to look at me.

"Ha, I thought I'd die from some disease or something. Or maybe I'd get floated," I replied. I felt the oxygen levels slowly lower and my lungs struggling the slightest bit more at every breath.

"Since we are going to die soon, we may as well talk ourselves to death," Murphy said. I nodded my head in agreement, not like we could do much of anything else.

"Let's say our first impression of each other." He suggested.

"Well I thought you were a dick since my first impression was basically you shooting me." I didn't have the time to sugar coat anything.

"I really was a dick." He said and even though we were not far from our untimely deaths, we let out very loud laughter.

"But I don't think that about you anymore, how about me?" I asked, very curious to hear what he was going to say.

"Well I thought you were beautiful and kind of bitchy," he said.

"You thought I was beautiful?" I asked while propping myself up on my elbow, he did the same before responding.

"Yup, pretty sure that's most guys first impression of you." He replied like it was no big deal.

"Sure…" I said.

"What's your favourite colour?" Murphy asked me.

"Couldn't think of any other question, huh? Um I guess dark blue." I replied.

"Mines deep red."

"Oh so the colour of blood, how morbid Murphy." I replied with a chuckle.

"How do you feel about Echo?" Murphy asked.

"Well if we are being honest I hated her for months. But she grew on me and now I'd say she's one of my closest friends." I responded.

"I kind of hated her too. But honestly she reminds me of myself in some ways. So I guess we kind of connected fairly quick."

"How do you feel about all the prisoners that will die alongside us soon?" I asked.

"Eh, I mean I've never talked to them or anything but I guess I still feel sort of bad. Our people have killed so many people, at this point it's normal." Was the reply from John.

"I guess I feel the same way if I really think about it," I replied.

"How do you feel about us dying?" Murphy asked suddenly. I was taken by surprise since I didn't really know how I felt.

"Honestly, I don't know. I feel like I haven't done anything in life really, and we finally made it to earth. But I also have horrible luck and what's to say life will be good if we go down to earth. Maybe this is what's meant to happen." I finally said.

"For me, I guess I feel similarly. I mean I was supposed to die so many times in these past six years. And it's not like I was ever a good person. But I feel like I was finally trying and I have friends." He said.

"You are a good person, and you have always been. You just didn't ever show who you really were." I said.

"Really though?" He asked.

"Yeah, you were just given the worst life and you didn't know how to be a good person," I said, smiling at him. That was the moment I realized what person the cockroach had truly become. I couldn't believe he was the same person who felt almost no remorse after nearly killing me six years ago.

"Thanks for that, honestly. And you are an amazing person and you didn't deserve any of what has happened to you. You really don't deserve this either." Murphy said.

"My life sucked...but I really haven't tried to be that great of a person."

"Raven, what are you even saying? Nobody that we know is a better person than you are, truly." He responded, I smiled at him.

"How do you truly feel about me?" Murphy asked.

"You are my best friend. There is nobody I'm closer to." I replied.

"No like seriously."

"I'm being serious Murphy. Throughout my whole life I've always felt like I didn't belong with anybody except Finn. And then he basically betrayed me. After that I met the dick who nearly killed me, somehow that guy is the only person that has always been there for me." I responded.

"That means so much to me, you don't even know. I've tried so hard to be a good person, mainly for you," He replied.

"For me?" I asked thoroughly confused.

"After seeing how much I ruined your life, I decided I had to change. Decided that I couldn't be the person everyone thought I was. The dick, the cockroach, the person that gave zero shits and the person nobody cared about." He responded.

"Really? Wow, well I'm happy I did that for you. Because you are basically the best person I know, go me I suppose." He laughed in response. After that we laid back down on our backs. The oxygen level was so low that by now our breaths were few and far between.

"I'm happy I'm here with you." I said in the steadiest voice I could muster.

"So...am...I," He replied the best he could. He closed his eyes and in a moment I knew he was gone. I didn't have the time to be sad before I couldn't keep my own eyes open. I died in peace knowing I was next to my favourite person.

Authors' Note-

Thank you so much for reading! I know it's been three weeks since I updated and I said I would often but here we are. Hopefully everyone has had a good start to the year. This particular story is actually one of my favourites. It's pretty sad but hopefully you can still appreciate it.

-mfandom61