A Life Worth Living

I’m immobile, yet the world around me seems to never stop moving. I stare with wide eyes at the scene unfolding before me, my life, my love, my everything are all falling apart. I still cannot move, it’s as though I’m glued to the ground.

He fights, he falls and I yearn to run over to him. Take him in my arms and never again let him go, but the enemy approaches. Slowly. Calmly. He has that infamous smirk reaching his lips as he quickly glances at me. A hint of malicious, carnal desire swirling in his deep black eyes. They suck me in and I am catapulted forward.

I am released from my tie to the ground, an otherworldly presence finally letting me go. I push with all my might to get to my love before the final blow has been delivered. I scream and cry, but nothing seems to be able to stop my foe’s cold hand from bringing down the gleaming dagger to my beloved’s heart. With a final cry, I lurch forward and reach out my arms. The dagger comes down swift and fast making it’s mark known.