Until Death

by Alice Wilde

“Because she is everything,” I snarl. “Everything this damned world seems to have forgotten. She is all that is good, all that is worth living for. She is a light in an eternal abyss of darkness … because Hazel’s life is worth a thousand times more than any being I have ever known to walk this realm or hers.”

She is and always will be my everything, and I have finally proved it beyond a shadow of a doubt. I have loved her as only I could … Until death.