Guess...

I'd had more than my fair share of unsecure experiences; it wasn't

something you ever really got used to.

It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really

was marked for disaster. I'd escaped time and time again, but it kept

coming back for me.

Still, this time was so different from the others.

When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options.

If your life was all you had to give your beloved,

how could you not give it?

If it was someone you truly loved?

But if, that someone doesn't care about you?

Could you still love that person?