Dying has always been a part of the human life cycle. You're conceived, born, you live, and then you die. I always knew that dying was going to be a part of the plan. However, when it came down to the choice between me and someone I loved, the choice was easy.

I never thought someone as ordinary as myself would ever find love. It all happened so quickly that I scarcely believed I wasn't dreaming. We were always on a timer, however, for our differences could never be known to the outside world.

Magic isn't real, and there was no one to save me this time.

The white of his teeth flashed in the light of the room, his stance filled with purpose. I knew my end had come, and the dark creature purposely stalked forward to kill me.