• This was the end.

    Everything we had strived for, all of the battles we had waged; it would all be over. Or, at least it would be for me. The others… they could live life anew, or at least they could go back to the way things used to be; what we had dreamed about.

    I could never go back. I had done so many stupid, selfish things in my life. Putting everyone I knew in danger was definitely a big one. One selfless thing couldn’t suffice, that much I knew, but at least it would help everyone else a little.

    I was traveling down my version of the sacred River Styx. I had sometimes heard that the person who would lead you to death would be someone you knew who had passed on, to lessen the pain you felt. For me, it made everything just so much worse. I knew him, alright. I wish I didn’t. He was my Grim Reaper. Of all people.

    Still, I couldn’t feel the sense of accomplishment rising within me, as I followed him through the darkness, which he was probably making. Perhaps it was the adrenaline. Nothing gets the heart pumping like a good old taste of death.

    However, I knew, although I hated to admit it to myself, that there was another reason for the vicious thump-thumping in my chest. Not just death. It was something even more horrid:

    I was terribly, undoubtedly in love with my soon-to-be murderer.