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A character who sacrifices himself, herself, or itself. :'(

What is the answer to the universe? ;)

"Please please please," He pleaded helplessly over her body that barely clung to life. His sister.
"Sweetheart, Freya, come back to me," He murmured and her eyes searches over his, both quickly and slowly, frantic and calm.
Her breathing slowed, and she smiled a little bit. He cried, his breath spilling out into the cold night. She was too young, she was too innocent, her life has been to full of too much heartbreak. He rocked her, now lifeless, body in his arms. And they stayed there until dusk.
He walked away from the alley, leaving her body just lying there. That sums up our lives, we survive in the alley, we get sick in the alley, we die in the alley and then we rot in the alley.
Then I found him as I walked away from the alley, "Aaron! Where the bloody hell have you been?"
He didn't reply at first and just looked at me through tears.
"Oh no," I sighed, and the realisation must have washed over her face, "Freya?" I asked.
He shook his head and then fall into my arms.
I held him up and carried him into shelter. I held his trembling body until the shaking stopped.
Then the shadows came. As they so often do.
They're hungry, we all are. If the wild travellers come across two fresh teenagers, often they'll stop at nothing before they have our flesh on a kebab stick.
He wasn't strong enough to fight his own battles, not after watching Freya pass away earlier.
But I didn't mean to step in front of him like that.
I thought it was a fist I was jumping in front of.
I didn't know that their was a blade between those dirty finger.
If you're unlucky enough to have seen someone being stabbed in real life (or privileged enough to have seen it on a film) then you'll understand that at first my face shocked, then the pain came.
Then the disbelief.
What you never see is the comfort.
He kicked away my murderer, leant down and kissed my feverish lips, told me he loved me and then ran.
It might seem heartless, but if he'd stayed then he'd have been killed too. And my death would've been in vain.
So he left and I died.
I didn't know that I was sacrificing myself when I stepped in front of that knife, I didn't realise the last moments with him would be me saving him.
I didn't know but I wouldn't have changed a thing.

That was so awesome... I like how you portrayed do much emotion into such a short passage. Great job Amy!!!

Thank you Ali:)