All I can remember of that night is excruciating clear: the mangled car, her labored breathing and fanatic heart beats. The blood looked so black in the moonlight and smelt like warm pennies. How she looked like death was knocking at the door.

I could see the wooden fence post coming out of her chest and I knew that I was never going to see her again. Speak to her again. Knowing I would never make love to her again. Broke the heart I thought I had killed.

The way she had grasped my hand as I knelt down in the widening pool of blood. How dry her lips were against the shell of my ear. How hot her breath felt. "Please live for me, Derek," was her whispered plea. It sounded so strained and broken.

Knowing I had to leave and not wanting to let go. I remember the screaming voices of the hunters closing in. I looked back one last time to see her silent tears and slight smile.

"I love you," I whispered on the wind.