Inevitable Death My death was inevitable. I knew it was coming. I was perpared to die for her. My own hand grasped in hers. The beating pulse againest our cold skin. The thin tip scraped my neck. I closed my eyes, i couldnt bear to look into those piercing eyes as the spear pierced my arm. She was granted #life if i died, i was willing to die, but how did i know her #life was true? She wouldnt leave me while i died, she stayed holding my hand instead. I couldn't get her to leave. There were several holes in my arm by now, even though i was in agony, i showed no signs of pain. Now we were on to knives. Sharp thin blades slithering across my chest. I had no chance of survival, no matter how much she belived i would live. Finally, i was out of my misery with one jab through the chest with a shard of glass. I felt her hand slip out of mine. I heard her run. Then i heard nothing....