"I loved you...you hear me I loved you!"
Strange that those words echoed in my mind. Watching her fall I saw her cherry red hair obscure her face, now lifeless and pale.
Columbia was dead. I couldn't believe it. It was too surreal to be true.
She had only been a groupie, not even a meaningful relationship. I grew tired of her, like I grew tired of them all. I had never loved her.
Which had been a good thing. Obviously.
Yet I was more upset at her dying than anything else. Weird.
Here I am, once a great prince of Transylvania, now reduced to a shivering wreck on the wrong end of a gun now in a servant's hand.
"Say hello to oblivion...."
Riff-raff had told me that, I was going to die. Yet I didn't feel the peace and clarity that I was supposed to feel, like in the old Earth movies, or even panic. Just Columbia.
Oh God! My final moments and all I could think of was Columbia?!
I glanced at Brad and Janet in a sweet embrace, and for a second I saw myself and Columbia in the same embrace, in the same love we so desperately needed.
But I didn't love her.
I screamed in fear at the sight of the gun in Riff-raff's hand. Trying to flee I hit a curtain. I couldn't die, I couldn't let them murder my Columbia and get away with it.
Wait, my Columbia?
She wasn't mine. I didn't love her, did I?
The laser hit me. Shit.
I hadn't loved her.
I hit the floor.
Oh God why hadn't I told her that I loved her?!