God it hurts. The wounds are so deep. She knew just where to strike. She knew my every weakness and went straight for them. Relentless and calculated. I saw her tears as she tore into me. I saw the look in her eyes, those beautiful eyes when the final strike reached my heart. She knew what she had done and I knew it too. It was only a matter of time now. But she did not leave thankfully. She stands watching, waiting for the last of my life blood to flow from me. Not out of cruelty or malice. But for her own sake and sanity. She needs to know. Needs to see it for herself. She has to be sure the monster is dead before she can move on. It won't be long now. Already my vision fades and I can no longer feel my heart beating. But in these last moments I feel no anger toward her only anger, searing anger toward myself. I feel remorse for what I have become yet absolute love for her. And through all this i know she loved me. She had to do this and we both know it. She needs to live...and I.... I must............