Page 12 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

The sight of her at the brink of ecstasy as I made her cum while screaming my name.

It all comes down to the sight of her.

Standing before me with her stunningly long hair and those eyes that have always proven time and time again that she loves me.

And I wonder if she’ll regret loving me.

Despite the reality, that I’ve fallen madly in love with her.

That I dare die for her…

The best part of this sad serenade of approaching death is that I don’t regret a single thing.

Despite all those quiet moments when I wondered when my time would end in this world, I don’t carry a droplet of regret for fighting for her.

No regrets in fighting for her survival.

I feel nothing now.

Nothing but blackness.

I can hear my struggling breaths, and gurgles that echo from afar, but I can’t fight them. There’s no resolve to fight them.

I’m content.

Deep down, I’m confident that Matteo, Ares, and the others will reach Eva somehow.

My death won’t be in vain.

That makes me somewhat happy.

Satisfied.

I can die now. It’s okay if I return to wherever I belong next.

My heart struggles to beat, each pulse growing weaker as the paralytic takes its final effort to steal me away from this world. I wonder how the rain feels now. If it’s ice rain against my skin that’s surely paler than I’ve ever been. I wish I could feel what it was like to shiver one last time. To feel what it’s like to move and breathe again. To let out one last outcry…or one last manic laugh.

To feel Eva’s lips against mine one more time.

Guess I failed her…

The thought echoes through my fading consciousness, more painful than any physical wound. After everything we've been through, after finally finding someone worth living for, worth dying for...

I’ll never get to enjoy her warmth again.

Sweet Dynamite...

The darkness claims me completely, leaving only the sound of rain and distant thunder — nature's lament for my failure to protect the woman I love. I dare hear my last attempts at breathing, and it’s almost an out-of-body experience to listen to my final moments as death prepares to take me away.

I can’t fathom what is on the other side, but I’m not afraid.

Eva will meet me again one day…

When she’s lived a fulfilling life with the others.

I think about who will be the one to put a ring on her finger.

Who will she have her kids with?

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