His fingers pull the color from my cheeks.
"You don't belong here," he whispers against my neck.

I shake my head. I can't listen to him.
"Please," I beg. "I promised them I was trying to get better." To leave you behind, I almost add.

He smiles, sending shivers across my sight. "You did as you promised," he says.
"You tried and you failed."
My grip on the world weakens, the colors blur and fade...

He catches me when I fall lifeless into his arms.
"You can't leave me," he murmurs.
He cradles my still body and gold dress into his chest, his laughter joining hands with my heartbeat, stealing it away into the darkness.
"This is where you belong."

Death smiles at the stars.
He knows my fate.

He always wins.