I could feel myself dying, my body failing, everything that I am, that I was, withering away. Too soon, too fast. Arthur had just stood there, moments ago, in front of me, a smile on his face, the moonlight gleaming off of his blonde hair. He wasn't a Black Lantern anymore, he wasn't dead, he wasn't the Dweller in the Depths - he was alive and well and mine again.
But rage had consumed me. Rage for everything I had been through, everything I had given up, everything that I had lost. And I had let that rage take control in a way that emotions should nevr take control.
Blackness overtook me, blackness tainted with red, and I tried to fight it, tried to find my way back to Arthur, back to my husband and the man whom I loved despite...everything. Is it possible? Is it possible to hate someone for what they've put you through, and yet love them in that same breath? I don't know, but that's what I felt. Purple pulsed around me, purple light, love, Arthur's love, and it fought against the rage, the red hot anger that had coursed through my veins only moments before.
Get out, I commanded, fighting the rage. Get out.
It did. Not without Arthur's help. Not without Diana's help. But it did, and I was myself again.
I was myself, and Arthur was back.
Arthur is back.
Oh brightest day...