She was close enough to him for every pore on her face to be clearly visible.
Yet, this short distance between them felt to him like an insurmountable gulf.
Perhaps, the words he longed to say would forever remain unsaid.
He didn't feel much pain, just cold, a deep biting cold...
He could clearly feel his soul being pulled apart by an invisible force, something was slowly draining away.
Was he dying?
Strangely, he didn't feel sad. In fact, he felt relieved.
He was meant to die when he was six; it was only thanks to his older brother persuading Master Kuye to change his fate that he had lived this long.
It seemed he had been awaiting this day all along.
The debt he owed had to be eventually repaid.
Suddenly, he wondered if she would grieve his death?
She should forget him, and start a new life.
Yet, deep within him surged a sense of indignation. How could she forget him? He had fought so hard to be a part of her life...