Cato's FarewellI can't stop thinking of her. How is it that I never told her? Now, though, it's too late. Holding her in my arms, I stare into her dead eyes and blink away the burning feeling in my own. If only I were the dead one. I volunteered to come here for her just as much as the glory and yet I never told her. Never told her how much she meant to me.Cato's Farewell by ~TributeCI
The cannon's already fired though. It fired before I reached her and it was my name that she last uttered. My name she screamed through the field. And, as I came over the top of the hill, I saw her lips whisper it silently before the light left her beautiful dark eyes. Oh and I never told her!