Sacrifice.

You know, death isn't all that bad. I spent half of my life fearing it and half of my life chasing after it. But now, laying on this bed and standing between both worlds, I've come to terms with the consequence of my sacrifice. It is a beautifully tragic thing; to die for the man you love. The seconds tick by as my pulse slows. I hear my lover's wails from my side, holding tightly to my hand as though that could keep me from slipping away. So much to say, no way to say it. All I can manage to do is squeeze back faintly and hope he hears my final "I love you" with this desperate act. It takes away the last of my energy. A final deep breath, a final tired sigh, my hand hangs limp in his own. I am gone. But I give a silent promise as I quietly slip away like a thief in the night. I will find you, again.