Raindrops start to fall from the sky soaking me right down to my bones. For the first time in so many years I am completely horrified. I collapse onto my legs as I stare at the worst sight imaginable. The only sound that consumes me is the steady rhythm of my heartbeat.

"Shiemi…" I mumble to myself mournfully.

I hesitantly touch her soft face to feel no warmth under my fingertips.

I am mortified at the sight of her blood leaking from a deep cut above her heart. I gently touch the outside of the wound as I pray my eyes are playing tricks on me. Unfortunately my eyes do speak the truth as I rub my blood stained fingers together.

"Shiemi…" I whimper as I take her into my arms.

I carefully cradle her head in my left arm as I rest her limp body against me. With my free hand I stroke her damp blonde hair as my heart slowly splits into two. I press my cheek against her bruised forehead as tears threatened to escape my blue eyes.

"Why? Who would do this to you?" I question to myself out loud.

Unable to take the pain I allow myself to display my pain. I sit back up and tilt her head to me. I see her damp bangs covering her eyes so I tuck them behind her left ear. A gasp almost leaves my mouth when I see Shiemi lifeless green eyes staring up at me. I hiss in pain at the heart-wrenching sight.

I carefully close her eyes as a smile makes it way onto my red lips, "you're still beautiful."

I chuckle, "for a human."

I always used to tease her about being a human when something was too heavy for her to lift or when she would clumsily hurt herself. She would get furious with me and come up with some witty line that would put me in my place. And that's what I loved about her. She wouldn't let anything or anyone hold her back or break her spirit. I would give anything to have those moments back.

My gut wrenches as a mixture of good and not so good memories of us come flooding in. Some of the good memories consist of her sweet smile that put butterflies in stomach and her cheeks turning red when I embarrassed her. I remember the first time she cried in front of me. Behemoth had gotten a huge burst of energy and accidently knocked over a cabinet that had been displaying Shiemi grandmother china set. She was so frustrated at Behemoth that she broke into tears. For the first time ever I felt unbelievable guilty and embarrassed at Behemoth. I even apologized to her and I was going to punish Behemoth but Shiemi stopped me saying that my familiar didn't know better. We never lived together and we certainly weren't dating but I visited her all the time. Another foreign emotion creeps into my all ready shaky psychological state. I recognize this emotion called 'regret,' as I realize my biggest mistake.

I trail my finger over her bottom purple lip, "I never told you I loved you."