I never wanted you to see me this way. Broken and bleeding in your arms, struggling to tell you one last time that I love you. I'm so sorry, Sweetie. I tried so hard to make the right choices, but now I guess they don't matter anymore.

The idea of dying crossed my mind, especially after what happened with Glory. But in the end, I didn't see it coming. With Buffy around, you start feeling immortal. She almost always saves the day, slays the monsters, and then we all go out to party at the Bronze. But Sunnydale is house to many things, and bullets aren't monsters.

I have so much more I need to tell you. There's so much time we missed. But even though I'm trying to cling onto life, I can't. A bullet through the heart doesn't give you a choice. I can hear my heart, struggling to keep on beating, but there's this wet schlopping sound that accompanies every beat, and it's getting louder. I don't think you'll ever get the blood out of this sweater. Or your shirt.

I can't even tell you that I love you. The words won't come out. I had my chance, and all I said was 'your shirt.' And now all I'm thinking about is blood, and how my heart won't beat right. I guess this is what dying is. You realize all these tiny, insignificant details.

It's so dark. Everything's fading away. Where are you, Will? I can't feel you anymore.

Willow, I love you. I will always love you. Please forgive me.

Leaving is so hard, but to be the one left behind?

Oh, sweetie. I'm so sorry. I never meant to leave this way.

Wil