Preface

I never understood his concern for me. Even now, as my life was blurring before my eyes, I couldn't understand why I was so special, why he felt the everlasting need to protect me. After all, I wasn't anything special. As I looked into the eyes of my killer, my thoughts only lay on him. It was only a matter of time, I suppose, until my end came. For Christ's sake, one lone person couldn't keep me safe for long. No matter how enhanced his abilities, no matter how fast he could run, he couldn't make it in time. Of this, I was sure. I was gone. Without so much as a last kiss to tell him how sorry I was.

I was sorry. I hoped he knew that, at least. Even if nothing else mattered, I hoped he knew how sorry I was for doing this to him.

My eyes closed. This was it, the end to the very short fairy tale of my life.

I'm sorry Joe. I love you.