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The space where she used to sleep lay unoccupied, cold and taunting.
If only it had been me, if only I had volunteered to go.
She would still be here, warm and safe in my arms.
She was mine, my Gabriella, my baby-girl, my soul mate.
That day... it was three weeks ago, that she, my angel was taken from me.
She was on her way to the store, probably singing, she loved to sing. At the junction on Baker St, a truck broke the lights and hit her full force, on the driver's side.
She died on impact.
I was sat safely at home, patiently waiting for her to come home.
She never came home.
I told her I would follow her wherever she went. I promised.
That day, my promise was broken.
She was taken to the one place I could not follow.
Only now three weeks later am I finally coming to terms with the fact that she won't ever, can't ever come back.
On that unfortunate day, after three hours of waiting for her to return. I received the call, they requested I come to the hospital.
I remember the rising lump in my throat. I hoped it was not what I was almost certain it was.
My fear was confirmed, she was there.
Her normally tanned skin was a ghostly white colour. Her ebony curls hung limply around her shoulders. Her camisole top ad jean shorts were drenched in blood.
It was a sickening sight.
They asked me if I would like to arrange the funeral or if they should.
I couldn't speak. My body went into total shut down.
The funeral was a blur, like everything was set on fast forward, everything but me, I was set to slow.
The mass and reception were full of people, each came to me and asked "how are you coping dear?"
All I could manage as a response were weak smile and quiet words.
Looking down at the gold bad that encircled my finger I remembered back to the day I asked for her had in marriage.
Flashback
We were lying in our bed watching a movie. We had been living together for almost a year.
I was wearing my pyjama bottoms and she was wearing one of my work shirts and a pair of my boxers. Her head lay on my chest, chuckling every so often when someone in the movie said or did something amusing.
I leant down and whispered in her ear "marry me?". I then produced a diamond ring from under my pillow.
Her eyes filled with excitement as she squealedwith joy, and of course said yes.
I will never remember that night, we made love over and over until we fell asleep, content in each other's arms.
Flashback over
I miss her so much, it physically hurts.
People say they know how I feel, but they don't. They have never lost their Gabriella, their baby-girl, their soul mate.
They say I died of unknown causes.
But I know the real cause,
A Broken Heart.
Authors note: Ugh, that was terrible, but I have been reading fic for almost 2 years now and thought I'd submit something. Please review, but don't be too mean, it's only a first attempt
