They were gone. In an instant, they were all gone. I didn't blame them. I understood. I preferred begging them to leave to a rescue attempt that would have certainly ended all of our lives. What made me furious at myself was the inevitable pain my death would cause. If I had the chance of going back and being able to change my decision I wouldn't. Their lives were more valuable and meaningful that mine. I would rather sacrifice myself than risk their lives. I knew I had made the right decision. Hopefully they wouldn't hold it against me when I was dead. As for getting into heaven, I hoped that dying for those you loved was a ticket in.