I had always thought I would die peacefully. Preferably in my sleep. Sadly, things don't go the way you want it to all the time. My death was painful. The opposite of what I had wanted. I died while trying to do something nice for someone else. I died trying to give a person something they didn't have. Something they really wanted. Being killed wasn't the pain I had felt. What really hurt me was the realization that hit before my last breath. I would never see him again. I had let him down. I killed him too.