A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

55. Death

A Hundred of Her Memories

55 – Death

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Death was different than Xion thought it would be. She expected it to be painful, excruciatingly so.

But…it wasn't. She merely felt drained, as if something were sucking the energy out of her.

She struggled through her last words, knowing they needed to be said.

"And of course, Axel too. You're both my best friends. Never forget. That's the truth…"

Xion wasn't afraid. She was ready for death. Maybe not entirely, but she wanted this.

Don't hate me, you two, she pleaded. I did it for you.

Her arm was barely strong enough.

This is it… I've played my part…

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So saaaaaad! :(