There was a moment of silence.
The only sound that anyone could hear was the knife stabbing her skin, and the loud, echoing gasp she let out. The world had seemed to stop, even their enemies freezing on their places.
The next thing everyone knew, she was laying there, in her former lover's arm, with tears flooding both of their eyes.
The heat he gives off radiates through her, making her feel so warm, making her feel at home.
This was her home, in Scott's arms, and she couldn't be any happier dying in them, dying saving her friends.
And it hurt, God, it hurt more than anything. It felt like she was being stabbed over and over and it was not stopping, it hurt but she was peaceful.
And still, she managed to say, "It's okay."
She lied to reassure Scott and her friends, and even in the very end she put her friends first, before even herself.
That saying that you see your life flashing before your eyes when you die? It was true, she realized.
It wasn't how she imagined it would be. She thought she was going to see herself from her childhood years up to her very last memory.
But no, all she saw was Scott's eyes, gleamed with tears as he refused to let her go.
He was her life.
He was her life, her soul, her everything.
Knowing that she saved him, even if it took away her life, it was enough for her to accept her death, it was enough for her to let go.
And up until the very end, Allison Argent died a hero.
