I was brought here by inevitabilities and she—she was compromised through inevitabilities. As I gaze into her bloodless, nearly motionless, face, I cannot help but feel love for this girl. For I love her absolutely. Well…loved her. All I can presently think about on the cold marble floor is the Great Beyond, The Unknown, and how I'm going to be wrestled from this twisted nether into the next—you know if you seriously believe that stuff.
I lie here with barely enough strength to live, let alone tell a story. But, it's what you want. You want fact and fiction, some history, a story, life and death tales. You want me to eek out the remainder of my life to express an idea, a concept. Maybe if I told you how it all ended, then you would understand how it began.