The doors slammed open, and I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care. So long as the pain would stop, I would do anything.
I saw him.
That last and final night I could remember how he ran his fingers through my hair, whispering, "I love you," to my ear. His voice had calmed me on a number of occasions, and this time was no different from the others in how the sound caressed me.
That final night was the happiest I had ever known.
Then the day came, and blood was spilt. So much I felt I could drown in it, and the only thing at kept me fighting was the promise of another night.
He was always looking out for me. To save me when I was on the brink of life and sanity. My hero, my life, my love…
My everything.
But that time…he had become such a permanent fixture in my life than I neglected the possibility of what could happen if I lost him. He was always there to save me when I needed it the most.
But no one was there to save him.
He fell in the light of sunset. The bloody rays falling across the sky streamed down my hands when I clung onto him for all life was worth.
If he were gone, it would mean less than nothing. Yet he lifted up his hand, making one final effort to run it through my hair, and even as he lied there, he strained to say, "I love you."
I held him against me, trying, begging to anyone that heard to spare him…and then I couldn't hear him breathe.
In that one moment, my world crumbled around me.
I screamed until my voice went hoarse. Wept until my eyes ran dry. I stood up, the doors slammed open and I ran as fast as my legs would carry me.
I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care. So long as the pain would stop I would do anything.