“It was meant to be for you. I only ever wanted it to be for you.” I roared. Tears streaming from my eyes. They stood there and stared with a face I can’t describe. They seemed almost worried, when I tried to move the knife and grunted. I bit my lip to hold in a howl of pain. Blood dripped out of my mouth as I spoke to them. “The first night we fought I knew it was meant to be. Your the hero and I’m the villain. I knew I would loose and I wouldn’t let you be the one to end me!” I limped towards them as they backed away. “Don’t run away now! Don’t you want to watch.” I pulled the knife out of my stomach gasping. My legs fell out beneath me. I don’t know if they caught me or if I fell into there arms, but I stared right up into their eyes. They glisten with, tears? Most likely because they, as a righteous hero would have blood on their costume. I hope it never comes out. I rip the knife out of my stomach, dropping the knife as I laughed deliriously with pain. The hero quickly put pressure on my bleeding wound. The blood gushed around their fingers. I choked on my blood when I tried to scream at them. “Speak!” They just stared at me. Then leaned in and wept. My eyes widened when they laid their forehead on mine. It was so warm. I started to close my eyes when they finally spoke. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. Stay with me a little longer.”Then my eyes couldn’t stay open. This was the end.

When I awoke I was in a hospital bed. I don’t want to wake up. Where was I and why was I alive? I was handcuffed to the frame. I was about to shout for the hero, until I notice that they were by my bed side sitting in a chair. “Why” I ask. “Why didn’t you let me die?” “I don’t know.” They stated, almost unsure of themselves. I don’t know what will happen to me, but I couldn’t care less. The look in their eyes as they said those words filled me something that I haven’t felt in a long time. But I’m not scared. I had wanted that knife to be the end, but maybe it was the beginning.