Goodbye

**Althaia**

I gripped the edge and cried out in pain at how it felt like my fingers were on the verge of being sliced off. My body was swaying twenty feet up in the air, and I was panting, struggling to hold on as I was too heavy.

I looked down and my heart went to my throat at how high I was. My life depended on the strength in my arms, which were practically nonexistent since I had prioritized eating food over trying to be physically stronger.

“Let go of me, Carlos!” I shouted. He was holding onto my legs, adding more weight when I was barely able to handle my own. I could feel the sweat drip down my face as I panted, literally holding on for dear life with an ugly bitch hanging onto me.

“You crazy bitch! If I’m going down, you’re coming with me!”

“Fuck you! You’re the reason we're in this situation in the first place! I would rather kill myself than die with you!” I tried to kick him off but he was holding tightly onto me. I had to be careful with how much I was moving if I didn’t want to lose too much of my grip.

“I will take you with me!” The bastard started to jerk around, having me gasp as my hold loosen on the edge of the platform.

“Carlos, stop!” I pleaded as I gritted my teeth. My arms were burning and I knew they would give up soon. I would be falling for God knows how long until I hit the ground, and my spine would be fractured and my skull would be split open, spilling my brain mass everywhere.

It would be one gruesome death.

“We will both die if you keep moving!”

“That’s the point, bitch!” I could feel my fingers slip and I squeezed my eyes shut.

*Life wasn’t fucking fair at all.*

It wasn’t fair for Damiano to find me dead on the ground like that. The story of Sienna flashed in my mind, and I wanted to cry for Damiano. It wasn’t fair that this was going to happen to him again. To have his happiness completely stripped away once again.

I had no idea what would happen to him once he finds me, but I knew he wouldn’t try to seek that happiness again.

Sienna.

Our baby.

Me.

There was only so much a human being could go through. No matter how strong they appeared to be. Damiano has already endured so much pain in his life, and only at the mere age of thirty. I know his upbringing taught him to be cold and heartless in order to be a leader, but I knew the end for me would shatter him into pieces.

I prayed for him.

I prayed he would be okay no matter what the outcome would be.

I thought of everyone I had come to love and care for, praying they would all be okay.

“…Fuck!” I snapped my eyes open and looked down at Carlos, seeing him struggling to hold on.

I took a deep breath and tried my best to wiggle one foot out of his grip. My fingers were slowly slipping, and I would be able to hang on for a bit longer without him clinging onto me.

“Let go already!” I hissed out, trying to kick him off me without moving too much. The son of a bitch had the audacity to laugh.

“I’m taking you with me to hell!” He twisted his body, making my fingers slip even more.

“Go suck Satan’s cock for ice cream. You will be needing it.” With that, I kicked after him. And with one hard kick on his hands, he let go.

“You fucking bit -” He never got to finish his sentence as he hit the ground. I let out a gasp at the brutal sight. I had failed to see the metal poles sticking out of the ground. And Carlos landed right on top, impaled. The metal pole was sticking out from his stomach, and I could see bits of chunks of his insides on it. His mouth and eyes were wide open, staring right at me.

I felt sick.

I pushed my nausea aside and focused on hauling myself up. It was only a matter of seconds before I would taste the same fate as Carlos.

“Oh, God… Oh, God…!” I gasped as one hand slipped. My body was swaying too much for me to hold on, and I tried with all my might to get my grip back on. But my arm was too heavy and too much in pain for me to raise it.

I watched my fingers slowly slip from the edge, and there was nothing I could do. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to witness the final moments of my life.

And I fell.

I felt the rush in my entire body, almost the same feeling when you were going on a fast roller coaster. Except this was the feeling before plunging to my death.

But it only lasted for a split second.

A hand clasped around my wrist, and my eyes shot open. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t even make a sound as everything got choked up in my throat.

“I got you, baby.” Damiano grunted, almost out of breath. He was sweating, frowning, and grunting as half of his body was out while he held onto my arm tightly. Damiano gritted his teeth, struggling to pull me up as my body kept swaying in the air.

“I’m slipping!” I choked out, my heart was hammering like crazy when I slipped down an inch.

“I’m not letting you leave me!” He grunted and moved the rest of his body to lie horizontal. He used the safety railing with his legs for support before grabbing me with the other arm. Damiano was panting and sweat dripped from his face as he heaved me up to him.

When half of my body was on the platform, he wrapped his arms tightly around me and pulled me in. Damiano lay on his back with me on top of him as I, too, was holding him with an iron grip. We were both breathing hard and my entire body was shaking. Shaking because I was about to have the same brutal fate as Carlos.

“Are you okay?” Damiano’s voice was strained, and he was breathing hard as he spoke but still held me to him.

“J-just hold me, please.” I was crying and buried my face into his neck, trying to calm down and catch my breath.

I couldn’t figure out what I was feeling as every single emotion wanted to surface. But still, I also felt numb in a way. I was crying and I had no idea if it was because of fear. Fear that I had almost died, or relief. Relieved that Damiano somehow had managed to climb the stairs with inhuman speed and grabbed me.

Damiano’s arms slowly loosened their hold on me and slid down. I raised my head to look at him. His eyes were closed and he was looking unusually pale.

“Damiano?” Panic filled my body when he didn’t respond. I hovered over him, tapping his cheek a few times as I called his name.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t wake up.

“Damiano!”

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