I'm... not sorry.

Alex's POV:

I'm awoken in the night by a sharp pain. Worse than I've ever experienced. It feels like separation pain, but so much worse. I manage to open my eyes, a scream ripping from my throat. I expect Thomas to wake up, he always wakes up if I make even the slightest noise. He hasn't even moved. I screw my eyes closed, reaching for his hand and trying to block out the pain. I find his hand and squeeze but it's cold. Lifeless.

He's... gone. And if Thomas is gone, I will be soon. I can feel my consciousness fading. I can hardly think. It had hurt so much but the feeling is fading. I tighten my grip on Thomas' unresponsive hand. I feel like I'm not in my body. I can see the other side. Philip is on the other side. My mother is on the other side. Washington is watching from the other side. I'll see them soon. I see Thomas. He'll be waiting for me on the other side. I open my eyes again, seeing Thomas' body.

"I can't wait to see you again..."