'Aaaaagh!' sprays of velvet red launches from my chest as I see the ground coming very close to my face.
Please, let this not be the end, I have been good, the pain is quickly fading.
Is this what dying feels like?
The one who slashed my chest open stands in front of me in a calm manner. Smiling under her half-covered face by a chitin white mask, her hair raven black.
'Why would you do this now? I thought you wanted me to be there for you.'
'That's true she said, I want you to be there for me, forever.' At this moment my blood flows in strange ways, while I notice a faint pattern marked on the ground.
My eyes are getting heavy under the blood loss.
I stretch my hand out to reach for something, anything, please...
My thoughts dissolves as my world falls into an abys.
I heard her voice last 'Don't worry Jacob you will be back.'