I stare at a pair of golden eyes.

There is this connection. A slowly forming link, some kind of affection and longing like I've never felt before. But along with it, pain. Lots and lots of burning pain.

I try to concentrate only on the golden eyes which is showing me a promise that I will be fine. Whatever happens, I will be okay. Even if my body is burning right now, even if my lungs are struggling to find an iota of air or even if I'm about to take my last breath, it'll all be fine because I have these golden eyes guarding me, watching over me. That's all the promise I need.

I know I'm slowly losing consciousness. Before I fully lose it, I need to make the decision. The decision of life or death. Because I am asked to do it and I somehow understand now that it all depends upon me. I just need to choose, but choose soon because I'm falling into oblivion.

How can I choose when I know whatever I decide will change my life forever? I would never be the same. Ever!

I close my eyes and think of my mother. Before I do anything, I think of her, and she never fails to guide me. This time I wish, she guides me too. But It's too late. I start chocking on my own blood as soon as I close my eyes. The stench of raw iron quickly breach my tongue to inner throat, strangling me. The gore of my death is happening right at this moment with only a pair of golden eyes as its spectator.

'You know very well how to survive. Just do it Eva', my mom says to my subconscious. 'Take the leap' is what she always told me, which is why I'm in this state today.

But I still trust her. So, I take the leap. I finally muster the courage and do it. I take the decision.

I lose my consciousness within seconds after that. Anything which happens now will be a complete mystery which I won't know about. But one thing I know, I'm not Eva Brown anymore.