No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No.
I can't breathe.
I'm suffocating.
No. No, this can't be happening.
Somehow, I'm on my feet.
How?
I don't know.
I don't care.
Every part of me is screaming in denial.
His name slips past my lips.
I turn.
I'm staring.
They're all staring, mouths agape, in shock.
I still can't breathe.
This can't be true.
This can't be right.
He can't be gone.
