17. Bring him back!
I cried for a while, holding him in my arms as he got colder. I wouldn't quit trying to bring him back so long as there was breath in my body. I slumped over, exhausted from using my powers and from all of the crying. "Come back, Zayn! Com back to me, please! I need you here..." Liam came over and touched my shoulder, comforting me. "I can't... I just don't..." Then I remembered something. Something that no one else knew. "A trade..." I bent over Zayn and spoke into his mind so that, when he woke, he would hear me. I leaned down and kissed him, making a golden light appear between us. I smiled and then fell into darkness.
My eyes fluttered open, and blinding light was everywhere. Lu was laying next to me, still and lifeless. I remembered being in major amounts of pain and then saying some things to Lu and then darkness. Had I died? "Lu!" She didn't stir. Her body was cold to the touch under my fingers. "Zayn," I jumped, startled. "I made a choice. I wanted you to be able to go on with your life... so I gave up mine. Don't worry, it's better this way. The world loses a demon and gets to keep you, My Love. Don't blame yourself or anyone else, for it was my decision to make. I'm sorry that I had to leave you, but it was the only way..." Her voice was fading, like her life probably was. It was barley a whisper, but I still heard her say her last words. "The team needs you, Zayn. Go be there for them. I love you, Zayn. Never forget that... I love you....." Her voice trailed off. She was gone. She had given her life for me and I wasn't even sure how it had happened. "I died..." It was like poison dripping off my lips. All that time fighting and I had still died in spite of everything. Lu was gone because of me... Lying next to me, lifeless, like Juliet in the play. But, this wasn't a play. It was real life. I stood, still a bit wobbly on my legs, and picked Lu up. She was like a rag-doll in my arms. Her red hair cascaded down, hiding her face from view. She was as beautiful as any woman I had ever met if not more, and she had a great personality. I had loved her and still did; something inside me said that I always would. I cried as I carried her over beneath a tree and aid her there, going to get something to start digging her grave. But, I didn't want to say goodbye...