In those hot, crowded downtown streets it felt like it was her and I against the world.
We were in a fight, a long battle, against monsters that had taken over our land and most of our buildings, and we were rapidly losing. We had even taken to the streets and most of us fought there as we watched those who still lingered in buildings being devoured by the strong offense of the creatures. Our defenses were no more than walls, cheap and sloppy as they had been built at the last minute. The invasion had been fast, too fast, and they were our last hope.
Across the road I saw someone tearing down the walls, losing his sanity from the chaos of the war. I rushed forward in an effort to rebuild the wall as he was destroying it, but the people who work against this world have just as much determination as those who work for it. My efforts counted for nothing.
Just as others were beginning to crawl forward to aid me in my struggle a monster appeared above me in a familiar window, from my own house he glared down at me with evil hatred. I backed up in horror but it was too late, he shot a target seeking missile, at me the target.
I began running as fast as i could, leaping over debris, watching over my shoulder as the crazed device followed me with vigilance.
Behind the device, I saw my love following, resolute to save me, but frightened of death. As I looked in her eyes suddenly everything froze for a second, and I saw the indescisive fear dissapear from her eyes, and she must have seen it flee from mine, because at the same moment we both rushed to each other for one last embrace.
After the bomb hit us we stood there together, and everything was still. Suddenly I could see time on a line, forwards and backwards. Everything laid out as it would occur perfectly. It was extremely comforting as well as humbling, when after you live your life out thinking you control everything you realise all along you were following a pattern of planned events. Everything that ever happened meant to happen and no matter of fate or luck, just purpose.
We saw the faces of everyone we knew looking at us, at the place where we had just been. All of our teachers and family and friends stood with proud tears shining in their empty eyes.
I looked down at my hand and saw that it was glowing. It did not surprise me, but instead soothed me. I stepped forward with ease through the clutter and ruin.
As we walked forward through the damage together we watched the light illuminate the faces of our brothers and sisters in arms, and we witnessed their acts of bravery thereafter. I realised that the light was hope, and love, and my death had brought them this gift. The will to fight harder to stop more deaths from occuring. Fight to stop the battle.
I felt a large window open beside my love and I, inviting us to move on into the next life. I looked at her and she smiled and nodded. We stayed there at the battle to continue channeling our love and hope. To help our friends in the last way we ever could.