My Beloved... Why?

Is this the end?

As you straddle me and tighten your hands around my neck, I look up at you with tears leaking out of my eyes. 

I do not struggle.

"I'm sorry," you sob, "But I have to do this. I have to kill you." I have no air left, so I simply smile up at you, my own brand of reassurance.

The world fades out...

The last thing I see is your tormented face. With a final burst of vitality, I caress your face and whisper that you are still the most beautiful person I have ever seen, and that I will always love you.

I am gone-