-Octavia-
“It’s okay,” he had told me, and somehow, it really was. I didn’t mind giving my life for him. He was needed. I wasn’t. So I made it my mission to make sure everything would be okay, even if it meant I wouldn’t be by his side.
“What have you done?” he asked, shock and disbelief in his voice, as if denying what was unfolding before him.
I saw his eyes scan my body, watching as the blood poured from the wound. The pain of the knife in my body was blinding, far worse than I had expected.
“I-I love you,” I whispered. I could barely see him. I was so tired, the pain overwhelming. I just wanted to sleep.
“Octavia! Stay awake!” he yelled, desperation in his voice.
But I couldn’t. The pain was unbearable, and sleep promised relief. “I love you,” I repeated, my voice weaker.
“Octa
