What the fuck?

"But that's fine. Maybe next time I'll have the privilege to see it." he finished.

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"Let me tell you. Strong emotion and a calm mind make the very force behind your special magic. Never let go of that emotion. And yes, hate me more."

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Surrounded by burning flames, I faced Bradley, sword imbued with destructive magic in my hands.

"Why? I didn't want this to happen!” I screamed. Tears formed in my eyes as I protested.

"This is the way it must be," Bradley said, sorrow glistening in his eyes like a dam of tears."I have done horrible things to you. You need to finish me,"

"If you think so, then stop now! Live with me!" I cried out.

"You know it's impossible. Sara, don't ever forget me.” A faint smile outlined his cheeks,"Don’t ever hate me,"

"Bradley no! I-I can’t!"

I tried hard to disobey, but my body was entirely under the control of his words. Still gripping the sword, I ran straight into him. My sword pierced his skin with a soft slush, an isolated sound that spoke of our worlds standing still in death.

"Why?” my voice was barely a whisper, trembling with guilt, anger and grief. A grief that pained as if the sword had been run through me and not him."This isn't the future that I wanted!"

My body became free to move on its own. Realization thud into me like a barrel of bullets. Bradley's power over me had broken.

I caught Bradley as he collapsed in my arms. He was dead weight, or dying. Crimson leaked out of his wounds, staining my clothes a morbid red. Many say red is the colour of love. I now didn’t have anything to like that colour, not when it stood as the last memory of Bradley– his beautiful eyes framed by red blood, his calloused hands leaving streaks of the same red on my cheeks.

"This is what I wanted." Bradley said faintly. I hated how peaceful he sounded, as if leaving me hadn’t troubled him even a little bit."At last my wish has come true."

"Was this really your only wish? What you said about wanting to live with me. Was that all a lie?"

"It was true.” his grip on my fist had become tighter, draining it of circulation. Good, maybe I could join him too."Believe me, it was true. But I longed for you knowing it could never come true. Once I held you in my arms. I couldn't restrain myself any longer," He gently pulled me in an embrace, enveloping me in his arms.

A choked sob found its way out of my throat. Remembering moments was too hurtful, especially when I realized that they would all be memories I couldn’t touch.

Bradley’s fading gaze trained on a streak of dirty tears. Instead of stitching into anger, his face blossomed into a sad sigh,"This is the first time I saw you cry. All the tears you never cried, no matter what horror you faced. And now you cry for me.You, and all the others who have stood by my side were too kind.”

"No. The kindest one of all is you!" I clutched him harder, as if it would show the powers above just how much I loved him."What you did was wrong but your love for those you care about was true,"

His chest wracked with dying breaths, he closed his eyes for a second before gazing at me,"You are such a wonderful woman. I-I-I really. I really don't deserve you."

I shook my head. I understood everything he said, but my heart refused to accept it like a petulant child waiting for a hug.

“Hey hey.” he roughly pulled my face to his,"Every moment I spent with you, was the b-best. I forgot about the world wh-when I was.”

The rest of his admission faded in a fit of coughs. I cried,"Bradley."

"My time has come.” he nodded. The last thing I thought I would see on his face was acceptance. If he had accepted his fate, it made everything too real for me."You must leave me, my Whitey." Bradley smiled.

“No, don’t leave me! Bradley!”

"This is my fi. final selfish plea.” There was a strength in his weakness, a firmness that didn’t leave his embrace even in death."Live for me Sara. L-Live."

Those were his final words.