Maria
My breath came in shuddering gasps. It was getting harder and harder to breathe as my vision faded to black, then returned. My eyes lost their focus. I heard Grayson's heartbeat next to my ear. "I... I'll try." I clung desperately to living, trying my hardest not to let go. But death promised me relief; to be free of my pain, my past, everything. But was I willing to leave Kirssy, Daniel? Grayson?
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe, though it hurt. The chill that was settling over my body was unbearable. I saw my entire life flash through my head, each memory laid bare. My childhood, the two years I spent serving the Rogue, and then the two years after that, when I plotted with Krissy and the others to bring down the Rogue. Then the memories of the cabin, and being in the clearing with Grayson. Him kissing me, but that same night telling me that it couldn't work.
He seemed to have changed his mind.
"Grayson, I..." It was so hard to speak... but I had to get these words out, just had to. If I didn't, I might never be able to tell him.

