[ WP ] Your character is seconds away from death .

I somehow knew this would happen. The little voice in the back of my mind screamed itself hoarse the day I trusted you. 
 
 I trusted you! You, a serial killer! I was just a means to an end. What made me think I was special? 
 
 You. You made me feel special. Even as I stand here, knife in my chest, I can not help but feel enraptured by your smile at the other end of the knife. 
 
 Sinking to my knees, I do n't break eye contact. You gather my quickly growing limp body into your arms and plant a kiss on my temple. 
 
 I reach a shaky hand to snare my fingers in your hair and use the rest of my waning strength to press my lips to yours. 
 
 I feel you dab at my eyes with what was once an immaculately folded handkerchief. Was I crying? `` Sleep now.'' You murmured reassuringly into my ear. 
 
 `` Save you a seat by the f-fire.'' The last word is interrupted by a cough, splattering blood on your dangerously perfect face. You do n't bother to wipe it away. 
 
 `` I would n't expect anything less.'' 
 

