My new life.

That's what I had called it. How silly it seems, looking back now. Knowing that it was this new life that led me to my death.
This new life that I had wished for endlessly. It was full of danger and horror and pain and grief and a lost past that shook me to the bone. But it was also full of adventure and amazing things and beautiful things. Full of friendship and happiness and joy. But most of all, the best emotion of this new life. That one moment between desperation and happiness, the turning point.
Hope.
This is what this life is all about. The moment where helplessness changes. The moment you see your way out, that you will live another day. The feeling when you know you will live to tell your story. I just wish I had some of that now.
So this is the story of how I got the adventure I had looked for. The story of how I realised who I really am, and the story of how I died. But most of all, this is the story of him. The man I had forgotten, and the man who made it all happen. The man I died for. For better or for worse, even approaching an end, I will always return to him, my home, Always.

This is how Alexandria Collins died.