Till The End

[IRegretThisWholePartOfM 58]

The lights fade, all falling into a single point. 
She can hear the voices all around her, the voices of friends and family, even the voices of royalty. But over all she could hear the voice of her sister. Begging for another chance at life.

But then, they blur together until sound stops almost compleatly, only leaving the sound of her body trying to fight on.

She felt something wet fall to her body, and her eyes opened and could see once more, but all that they could see were colors too bright to look at.

Then a vibration went through the room like a door had been slammed. Her eyes closed again, and another much stronger vibration runs through the room, her eyes still closed, but through her eyelids she could still see the bright flash of a rainbow.

The vibration woke her just enough to hear for a couple of seconds, but it was long enough. The words she heard carried her out of this world in a peaceful knowledge of her life fulfilled. 

Cancer.
Untreatable.
Heart.
Life.
Transplant. 

And lastly. And most importantly.
Save.

Generosity even in death. 

Soon the white will be cut, and the life, the love of one will be moved to another. 
Tiny wings will flap once more, and a new life shall begin.

The pure of whites will be stained, and will intermingle with another.

The story will live from the gift given. 
But for the giver, the story is over. 
The white rill run red. And the red will fall from the white. 
The red will intermingle. 
With Orange.