I can’t tell if you are dead yet, but I am.  I’m breathing still, in spurts.  I see you there, so small, so human.  But already, I am dead. 

Someone might come and find me, heal my body. But my body was never what mattered.  After all, I almost gave it away.  My body might live, but I have no future. Because I lived for you.  I knew it.  You knew it. 

You planned it.  Fucker.

You might be gone, the fire in your eyes extinguished, but I haven't defeated you.  You brought yourself down.  I can tell by the way you fell, by the way I broke under your power.  You doomed yourself a long time ago.  This is not revenge.  It’s only justice.

I miss you already.

You didn’t take my eyes, but you have blinded me.  You left your final memory smeared in blood across my vision.   Was it your blood, or mine?  We have the same blood.  Cursed blood.  I am twice cursed. 

My eyes fall closed.  Your eyes.  Mine.  All I see is you, against the black of my eyelids.  You at thirteen. 

I am an empty shell. 

I am eight again. 

Still following you.