All the fighting. All the tears. All the pain... Was it really for this? Is this how things were really going to end?

     No. You didn't have time for this pity party. The people you loved were out there right now; fighting hideous monsters and putting their lives on the line. They promised they'd come back and you promised that you'd be there when they did. After all the fighting, they deserved to be greeted with a smile and a round of hugs.

     First you had to finish this. He turned his back on you, thinking you were going to just die quietly. A monster like him could never understand what it meant to love someone, the kind of power it gave you.

     Through blurred eyes, you could barely make out the silver rod on the ground in front of you, just a few inches away. Black crept in from the corner of your field of vision. But you were still breathing. You were still breathing, so you could still fight. Quietly as you could, you took a Mega-Ether from your pocket and downed it all in one go. The energy rushed through your veins. The hand placed over your abdomen shone with a bright green light, the wound stitching itself together.

     You gripped the rod and shot up.

     Mocking eyes greeted you.

     "You didn't think I really believed you were dead, did—"

     You swung. 

     And you fell.

     "This story ends here."