SA: Ok, let’s just say that I’ve been watching the Cowboy Bebop Movie way too much and I LOVE ELECTRA!

Jinx: Ok... She’ll try and update “Requiem” when she has time, but she’s a little tied up with school and band.

SA: (Destroys marching band with a giant flamethrower) All better!

Noa: You’re insane. (Goes back to playing Final Fantasy)

SA: Electra’s my friggin anime clone for Trigon’s sake! Plus, I was very depressed when I wrote this, and I don’t own Cowboy Bebop or any of its characters. You have been warned. Please R&R! Be nice! First Cowboy Bebop fic!

I point my pistol at his body, and he returns the gesture, a frightening glare in his eyes. He doesn’t even remember who I am. My own true love will kill me, without even remembering who I am. But I have to kill him, to save so many others. He will kill me, but we’ll go together. There’s no regret burning in my fierce, independent brown eyes.

I close my eyes, and for a split second, it all flashes before my eyes. Every time that we saw each other. The time when I gave myself to him and him to me, when we fought in the Martian Army together, when we shared that first kiss, the anger burning within me when he was selected as a lab experiment... It all ends tonight.

I love him. But I don’t know if he loves me anymore.

I say the words that are rushing through my head at that tense moment. “Vincent!” I cry. “We’ll go together.” More to myself then him.

No hesitation. I pull the trigger.

I squeezed my eyes shut, awaiting his bullet to pierce my chest and kill me as well. But the blast never came.

My eyes opened and widened in shock. Vincent was lying on the cold floor of the tower, blood pouring from his chest, mixing with the rainwater on the ground.

“Vincent!” I cry out, running over to him.

He will die. I can’t save him this time. Oh, Hell, I could never have saved him anyway. It was my mistake. Falling in love with a murderer.

All around us, the golden lights from the nanomachine virus flutter about, in the form of the most beautiful butterflies imaginable.

Strange. I just feel like I can feel their tears. They’re crying.

It was then that Vincent spoke in a rasping voice that was sure to form his last words. “Electra.”

My God! He remembered my name! Was it possible? Was it possible that he remembered me?

“All this time I was searching for the door, but now I understand. There never was a door.”

His next sentence took me aback. “I remember. She was the one that I loved...”

He paused, and I now realized that I was crying. I was crying tears of the golden butterflies. Why did he have to remember now? We could have been happy together! A couple of rejects on a dying planet. We could have been together until the end of time. It’s too late. He’s going to die. Nothing on Heaven or Earth can save him now...

“The only time I truly felt alive was when I was with you...it's good to see you one last time." With that, Vincent Volaju, bioterrorist and my lover, breathed his last, rasping breath.

In sorrow, I silently throw my head to the stars that are now clouded by rain clouds, and offer a silent prayer for my beloved.

“May the Lord guide you to the Heaven that you deserve and have desired for so long...”

The millions of golden butterflies began to slowly dissipate in the rain, but I can still feel their presence. They are not from this earth.

I can still feel their tears to this very day...