I watched as he collapsed to the ground. I heard him take his last breathes. I was there as he died.
As he called out to no-one to "get it over with", this shadow came out of nowhere. This shadow that wasn't a shadow. This, greater being, came from nowhere.
That's when I spoke, "don't go. Please don't…" that turned out to be a mistake. It just slipped out. The Thing finished doing what ever it was that it was doing. Then it turned to me. And I knew, for the first time, I understood what it meant to feel true fear, as the last of his kind fell, and it turned its head to look at me.
I now understand how, hopeless, pathetic, small, and weak one can feel. But it was not my time. I remember, vague words, and pictures, this… I dunno, thing put in my head. The main thing I remember is the knowledge that he is happy and waiting for me. And then it told me that it will have me one day. Though that day, is long in coming, this I know for certain.
We have been to the end of the universe together, and he, to the beginning. Well, the beginning of Earth, anyway.
I once asked him what he thought dying would feel like. He said, "Well it depends on how I die, doesn't it?" I said, "well yeah," all was quiet for a moment, then "what do you think coming back feels like?" and he said "I imagine it would feel like, a massive shock to the system, you know, what with everything starting up again." *sigh* good times, good times. So sleepy, I think I'll just…