I heard her scream and felt nothing but anguish at the pain it contained.
I love her with all my heart and I couldn't stand if she was taken from me too.
I wanted to spend more time with her after the loss of Shirley; I wanted to spend as much time as I could with her.
I felt bad that I suddenly gave her so much more attention; what if she mistook it for trying to make up for the loss of my best friend.
I always loved her.
I was elated to know she wasn't really the fragile, sickly girl she pretended to be; I couldn't help but to notice the passion she held, she will always be my Q-1, my Queen.
I needed to know I had her for sure after taking Shirley's memory; I had to know that no matter what she would be by my side forever.
Something clicked in my mind the day Shirley died; I lost so many people and I would have to sacrifice myself and my life to make sure the woman I loved got to live her life.
She was my first love, she will always hold my heart and as the sword pierced me I knew that at this moment the beating organ in my chest resided with the red-headed beauty crying to herself.
I looked up at Nunally's face, tears streaming down her cheeks and I wished with all me being that they would keep contact and help each other move on.
Her smile filled my mind, every happy moment we had ever had, the kiss she had given me; I couldn't help the fact that it hurt, more than losing my mother, more than the betrayal of my family, to leave her behind…but she had to live on.