Fighting The Abyss

Death. It was always an interesting concept to me, because I feared for so long it would come. During the terror Lord Voldermort everyone feared such...but I feared it even after.... My death would bring about the end of my world. It would destroy what I love the most. When I made the pact I never thought about this. Only after the damage was done did I evaluate all the scenarios that could kill my life. My love. My werewolf. Werewolf’s mate for life. Remus and I were young, but still the feelings reside deep in my soul. We were in love, we are in love, we are love. Here I rot in this cell and still I feel him. He’s in such pain because everyday a little bit of me dies, and as I die so does he. Death is the oblivion that some in here would beg for. To be at peace. I would never feel peace, for if I die then I commit the greatest sin in my eyes. I would kill the most amazing thing that has ever graced the earth. But....if I died then so would he, which would end his slow suffering that he’s currently being forced to endure. Every time I weaken he can feel it. Every time I give in a little more to the awaiting abyss. Stubborn as I am I will never go quietly. I will never give up. Not matter how much I want it to stop I won’t let it. For if I die....so does my world, and that is too precious to lose without a fight. I will fight the abyss and win. Because if I don’t.....I will fight. I will win.