A/N: This was originally supposed to be part of DK Scrapbook but then when I thought about it, I realized it works here better. And yes, I switched up the chapters again. The old chapter 2 is now permanently gone from this story - I just don't think it fits the mood I'm trying to convey. But don't worry, it will reappear in another story I'm working on. Anyways, I have the fourth chapter for this nearly done but have to work on the third, so hopefully it'll updated again soon.

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It never really hit me until the end.

When I first saw you laying there on the floor my body froze. My mind went blank and panic began to rise in my chest before I came to my senses and rushed over to you. I gently lifted you into my arms, cradling your head in my hand. What had happened? How had you gotten this bad?

When you spoke, your voice was so weak I could barely hear it. I leaned in so close that some of my hair grazed your bloody cheek, turning a deeper red. I feared that each word that came from your lips would be your last. You seemed so delicate, like you would break with even the slightest pressure. I was almost afraid to touch you, afraid that you would crumble in my hands. Yet even when seeming so weak, your voice still commanded attention, even so close to death, you're voice held authority. I shook my head gently; admiring your strength as I gently laid you back down and stood up.

I felt as if in a daze as I rushed off to get the doctor, feet pounding frantically down the hall. How had this happened? Just this morning I saw you alive and well, stalking down the halls yelling about who knows what. Such a big difference with how you are now.

I could sense something was wrong when I got back with the doctor, even before he confirmed the worst. I sat down heavily upon the ground, burying my head in my arms. Shit, when did things go so wrong? I lifted up my head and reached out to you, gently picking up your body, still warm, cradling it against my chest. The lingering warmth gave the illusion of life and for a moment I could pretend that all this had never happened, that you were still there. For a moment I could almost swear I felt your breath upon my neck.

But the fact that you were really, truly gone still hadn't hit me.

When that glow of pure white erupted from your body, taking that illusionary warmth and leaving you stone cold, I felt something break inside me. The realization of what had happened hit me full force and tears began to pour down my face as I clutched tightly to your corpse. The doctor turned away respectfully but I had long since forgotten about him. I don't remember how long I stayed like that but I must have fallen asleep for I woke up in my bed and you…

You were gone.

So, I'm thinking of having the first few chapters follow the events of the book and then later on having flashbacks. I really like how this chapter came out, I think I got the emotions down. I even made myself cry...

Anyways, please read and review - it really makes my day!