12. In-Between
Death wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. The pain disappeared the moment I was free of my body. For a moment I panicked, but then… I let go. It was easy. I had nothing to worry about, nothing to think about. Skyfire lived, and that was all that mattered.
It was dark, but the darkness was warm and comforting. I existed, resting, free. Everything was meaningless but Skyfire. Nothing but Skyfire mattered, and Skyfire was alive. It was like a wonderful dream: I had memories of us, of our meeting, our conversations, our bonding, all the time we'd spent together. They decorated the darkness like stars and I watched them, explored them as Skyfire and I had once done together, flying through endless night, with each other and nothing else.
Skyfire. My Skyfire.
And then I felt a tug.
Nova?
Skyfire?
Nova, my Nova… come back to me.
Skyfire…