Leon had already made up his mind. This would be the end. Still, as he sat on his bed in the dark, he couldn't force himself to get up, to move and end it. For some reason, part of him was resisting the pull of death. It asked why it had to end this way. He sat, locked in this inner struggle as the night went on. Sleep never even crossed his mind.<br/><br/>As time went by, the side of him that was begging for death began to win. Even so, the other side held on, pushing back as hard as it could and keeping him immobilized.<br/><br/>Much later, at the sound of a knock on the door, he looked up from his seat in the dark, staring down the hall with a strangely blank expression. Slowly, he got to his feet, his heart pounding painfully as he walked out and to the front door.<br/><br/>"Of course someone would decide to come over NOW..." he muttered, not truly irritated by the interruption. After all, it wasn't like any of this would matter soon enough. He'd get through this visit, whoever the person was, and proceed as planned as soon as they left. After all, this was the end. The last night.<br/><br/>He reached out to open the door, his hand shaking so badly he could barely turn the knob. He was nervous, though he couldn't tell why. Taking a deep breath and putting on his best fake smile, he pulled the door open, and almost collapsed.<br/><br/>'No... No... She's gone. She's GONE! There's no way... She's gone!' he thought quickly, eyes wide. It was just his mind tormenting him... The only thing he had left turning on him in his final hours. But... Even if he was hallucinating... He wasn't going to push the hallucination away. It wasn't like anything had changed.<br/><br/>Even so, his instincts screamed at him to cry, or shout, or do SOMETHING that would let the pain out. He couldn't bring himself to do anything, even lift his head up to look her in the eyes. It was like if he did, she'd disappear, along with the newfound determination he had. And if he didn't die, what would he do? Life as he'd known it was over.