She smiled Devilishly from the rafters above, as Chauncey realized what she meant. I was proud of My angel Chauncey looked like he had just been hit with a bullet. Nora breathed in deeply, spread her arms out at her sides and she began to fall. I heard bullet being fired but didn't care enough to listen.
My angel was falling.
I forgot about Chauncey, My Angel was falling from grace,
From the school rafters I watch in shock as she plummeted, to the Gyms tile floor.
I imagined my self running underneath her, catching her mid fall, Flying to her, but I was utterly
frozen, on the floor covered in my own blood,
"Angel," I barely whispered. I looked up to her, and She smiled, eyes pull of nothing but sweet fog, Nora's gray eyes spiked, her red hair flying behind her.
I heard it before my brain had even caught up to my eyes The sound of Nora hitting the ground, Nora lay on the Gym floor, before I could even think my limes were pushing them self across the floor toward her. Her eyes, her wonderful gray eyes starred up at me blankly, seeing nothing. It toke me long to realized that the ragged chocking noises I was hearing were coming from me. "Angel!" I growled, she did respond "Angel!" I yelled at her, I put my hands on her shoulders and stoke her "Angel! Nora!" I yelled. I finally stopped. Nora was dead. I slowly toke my hands off her, feeling the cold crimson blood between my fingers, I starred at it and a thought came to me: I'd always thought that when someone I knew died for matter how dear they were to me, I wouldn't touch them, that it wouldn't really matter and I would be able to let go, to walk away. How stupid I'd been, now all I wanted to do was to hold Nora, to never let her go to scream at her to come back. "Angel" I said for the last time holding her in my arms