It doesn't end well...

30- Ironically Alive

DAPHNE

Suddenly, a sharp pain surges through me and I scream.

The pain is a virus eating my insides, burning me alive, chewing my insides, stinging me.

It's so painful.

I can't hear him clearly but I know Dagon is saying something. I can feel his arms around me but that's it.

The pain is replaced by numbness. Like I can't feel my legs or my arms or my body. I can't feel myself.

Am I dying?

Is this what death feels like?

But...it isn't supposed to happen like this.

I haven't said goodbye.

I haven't told him I love him.

It isn't supposed to happen like this.

My eyes are open, I know because I didn't close them but I can't see anything.

I can hear him but it's distant.

I can feel him...barely.

I try to speak...I try really hard but I can't.

I can't do anything.

Am I really dying?

DAGON

"Daphne?!"

"Why aren't you breathing?!"

"Damn it!!"

"Daphne?!"

I pull her against my chest. No. She's not dead. She's alive.

She can't die.

She's the only good thing in my life.

She's all I have. All I want.

She doesn't deserve this.

I'm the one who deserves to die.

Not her.

Not her.

"Daphne... please"

I wait for her to move, to speak, to freaking breathe...but nothing.

"No!"

This choking, drowning wave of unimaginable pain surrounds me and I try so hard to breathe.

I can't.

I need her.

I need her with me.

"Daphne! Please breathe."

"Please"

"Curse me. Shout at me. Slap me. Anything. Please" I beg.

"Dagon, let her go"

"No!"

"Dagon, she's not breathing" Alma tries to rip her away from me.

"If you want your head on your body don't touch her!"

"Please, wake up"

I'm whispering now. I know she can hear me. She has to wake up.

DAPHNE

I'm not dying.

I'm not dead.

When I was numb, when I couldn't feel anything, I thought I was dying but I wasn't. I was getting sucked into another nightmare...

Although it was more painful this time.

I'm in a familiar place, my dream.

Not my dream. My nightmare.

The same freaking stone!

The same blood.

The same dead wolves.

The same candles.

And the same faceless woman.

I'm pissed. I'm angry. What right does she have to play with my life?

"What do you want?!" I yell. I'm sick of this! I'm definitely sure I felt Dagon's tear on my cheek. And although it would be nice to watch the big bad Dagon cry, this isn't nice.

I don't want him to cry.

"The prophecy to be fulfilled...but you ruined that. The red moon is tomorrow and then I will finally be able to feed on your wretched soul"

And that's all she says.

Before everything goes black.

I find myself gasping for air as I become aware of my surroundings. I'm held, covered by something or someone.

"Daphne?"

Dagon pulls me away from his chest to look at me. I almost gasp at the sight, he has tears in his eyes, along with fear, worry, and frustration. I've just never seen him like this. So helpless.

"Don't ever scare me like that again"

He pulls me back into his arms.

I hug him tightly, breathing in the familiar scent.

I can't believe I'm leaving this behind.

Leaving him behind.

I can't see him like this.

When I really die on the red moon tomorrow, will he be okay?

Fear like a virus seeps through me making me clutch him harder. Tighter.

"I'm so sorry"

He's speaking now. Why is he sorry?

"I won't ever let anything happen to you."

I can hear the determination. The promise in his voice. But I can't let him keep that promise...not if it puts his life in danger.

"Even at the cost of your life?" I mutter.

"My life means nothing if you're not in it."

What? I pull away from him, staring him dead in the eye.

"I can't let you go...I don't know how to"

"And...I don't know how to live without you" he speaks.

No... Dagon. You can't. I'll die tomorrow. Tears begin escaping my eyelids, I can't control them.

"I don't know how or when I started to care for you this way...but I can't stop. When I thought you died, I couldn't breathe." He states.

More tears follow.

He loves me.

He's in love with me.

I love him.

I'm in love with him.

It's perfect.

But I'm dying tomorrow and I can't let him say those three words to me. I can't let him say he loves me because I don't think I'll be able to function properly.

It would make my death harder for both of us.

I throw my arms around his neck, crying harder.

"I love you...I'm in love with you. Please don't say it back" I mutter.

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