I knew this moment was to come. I could pick it out from my memories and tell you the exact second the thought flashed through my conscious, but I simply didn’t care. I acknowledge my failure, my stupidity and foolishness, how I basically asked for this. Nonetheless, as I lay here, bleeding out, mornings dew setting in around me and the sight of his back walking away, I regretted nothing. For I knew this moment was to come.