BISHOP's POV
"Bishop!" someone shouts, but it only echoes in my ears.
The sound is far away and my legs are weak as I close my eyes. I feel myself being carried to my bed as a wave of exhaustion hits me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can recall Dove saying who the girl in the painting is, but I can't focus.
Everything is turning black and the world tilts right before I feel myself land on my bed. I can smell the scent of fear and panic all around and then there's shouting. I reach out, but the cool sheets are all that meet my fingers as I drift out of consciousness.
When I fall into the blackness I see the violet eyes of the one I've been dreaming about. It's almost like she's here with me. But if she were, I wouldn't be dying. I can feel the end of my life fast approaching, and I think that's what's happening to me now. I always knew this moment would come, but I'm not ready. There's still so much I need to tell my family.
