Author: Kerry
E-Mail: Whatever212@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: M/L, Liz POV
Rating: PG
Feedback: Yeah! I would love it! Please don't flame though, I'm fragile.
Death. It was coming…and with it was the strangest sensation I had ever felt.
It crept up my body like a plague of pins and needles, the strange numbness first effecting my legs before slowly, oh so slowly, moving upwards.
In a moment of perfect clarity, I knew it was my time now, my life cycle was collapsing in on itself. Death was coming for me.
I didn’t fight it, I couldn’t. My strength, once my power, who I was, had long since deserted me…leaving behind weakness and pain.
It wasn’t that I welcomed death….I merely embraced it as a blessed release from what my world had become…..pain and suffering had become my life.
Was it wrong of me to want that life to end?
How I longed for the things in the past, the memories that sustained my will to keep breathing….even though my lungs burned with every breath I took, waves of pain continuing unabated.
My memories….my friends….and my love.
For them, I had hung on.
I cannot no longer.
I don’t fear death…why should I?
Death is a part of life. It is always with us, always hanging over us, an eternal shadow. Life was like lights in the darkness, snuffed out as easily as though a candle in a breeze. Life….in itself it is a constant remind of our mortality.
As soon as we are born, we begin to die.
Some die sooner than others, some later. Some are able to enjoy life to the fullest before hand…some don’t.
I had achieved everything I wanted for my life time. I learned. I loved. I lived.
My time had come……
I turn my head weakly, opening my eyes to smile faintly at the anxious pair of eyes gazing back at me.
“It is time, isn’t it?” The voice was quiet, resigned.
I nod my head and with the last of my strength, I rasped, “I love you…..I’ll be watching over you. Until you join me.”
Tears glinted in those anxious eyes, coming closer and closer as soft lips met mine.
I smile faintly and close my eyes.
The last thing I remember?
A head resting on my still chest and a gentle whisper fading into the darkness.
“I love you too, Max.”
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Liz choked as she felt the chest underneath her cheek go still….his heart stop beating…half her soul leave her.
“He has gone, hasn’t he?” Isabel asked from the doorway of their bedroom, four saddened faces crowding behind her.
She nodded, stood and walked into Isabel’s open, waiting arms. Mortality had claimed another.
Grey heads bent together, aged faces lined even more so with grief, their arms clung to one another….friends…loves….family.
The remaining five mourned the lost soul in a way they had always done….together.
The End
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Some background information I was going to put into this fic, but didn’t because I liked it the way it was:
Yes, Max and Liz had lived a long, fruitful life together, until old age claimed them, as it does.
And the “we six” had remained together, as they always do.
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