Til Death Do Us Part Ch. 1
By Vicky

I couldn't feel anything. I had lost all senses. I prayed to the heavens that at least my vision was intact. I couldn't tell. My eyes were shut tight. They felt heavy and not even I had the strength to open them, not now at least.

Words could not describe the pain I was feeling. It's funny though. During my life I have experienced physical pain not imaginable to an ordinary person. I can't say I was not ordinary, but I didn't exactly lead a normal life either. Pain, yes I had felt pain, but nothing like this. My soul had never burned with such tremendous sadness. My heart was broken. It was torn apart into a thousand pieces, and I didn't have the courage to bring them back together. This pain is unbearable. These emotions are stabbing daggers into my mind and I can do nothing about it.

I felt a presence near me, a few actually. I guess they were the ones emitting such sad auras.

I struggled again to open my eyes. I wished I hadn't. As soon as my blurry vision cleared I saw the reason why I felt so confined. Words could not explain the horror I felt. I tried to scream but my lips did not react. I tried to move my limbs but my whole body seemed uneager to obey. The realization hit me like a thousand fireballs. I was in my own coffin, in my own funeral.

If I could tell you the despair I felt, the loneliness that enveloped me, you would not believe me. I blamed myself. I had sentenced my own death, even when so many advised me otherwise.

I looked at my arms crossed over my chest and then at those who had come to see me one last time. I saw so many familiar faces. Friends I had made in my numerous travels across the globe. Inwardly, I smiled and yet shed a tear. I remember the honor I felt, all the battles fought. And here were those warriors, now looking down at my corpse, their strength hidden behind tears.

I searched the room. It seemed that my eyes were the only part of my body functioning. My best friend sat in a corner, his face hidden in his hands. How much I wanted to get out of this prison and put my hand on his shoulder. Can't he see that I'm here? Can't they all see? At that point I just felt utter frustration. Once again I tried to scream and tried to move. Hopeless. It was all hopeless now. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Eliza comforting him. Ah, Ken. At least you have someone to share your life with, to grow old with and to die with. I died alone.

Wait! Oh heaven please let her be here. Please, let me see her one last time. My eyes searched the room once more. I couldn't find her. She had to be there. I screamed her name in my head. The many faces became a blur. I did not see her.

"She's not here. Don't bother to look."

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter. It's your fault you know. If you hadn't abandoned her for your own selfish reasons you wouldn't even be like this."

"Who the h*ll are you!?! And what do you know of the decisions I make?"

"Ah Ryu, if you would have made the right choices she might have been in your arms at this very moment. But you chose death instead!"

The voice inside my head died out. And whoever, whatever it was, was right. I had wasted my life. My only knowledge was the fight; my only desire was to perfect it. I blocked out everyone else, even the woman who loved me.

Oh Chun-li. I died without telling you, without saying how much I love you. You opened your heart to me and I chattered it. I lived and empty, worthless life indeed…