As her life slowly drained away, she glanced one last time around her room. She tried to swallow, but the effort made her wince. She laughed despite herself, the last thing she'd ever see would be a wall. She'd always imagined her death to be more romantic than this, maybe she thought her last sight would be the face of her husband, weeping over her death bed. She was still so young, her life wasn't supposed to end like this. She'd just graduated. She had her whole life ahead of her. Her eyes scanned her room one last time. Her faded yellow wallpaper, her tatty posters, her chipped chest of drawers. Her eyes darted back and forth taking in as much as she could. 'Its funny' she thought 'you never actually appreciate life until its over...'
The man leaned over her weak frame. Smoothing down her bed covers. Protectivley he spread his golden wings over the young woman, cooling her burning skin, calming her wild, fevered thoughts. Her eyes flickered, as she used all her strength to cling on to her life like it was her most prized poccesion, which was right now; true.
She glanced up at the ceiling, her breath was raspy and harsh. Her skin had strangely cooled down and she found herself more relaxed and calm. Closing her eyes tight shut, she counted down to her last breath... 1....2...and her life drained away.