15 days of survival, 15 days of pain, and 15 day away from her. Shes all I think about, her untamable brown curls, her blinding smile, and her essence. The very thing that makes me want to go on, to a better person. I know my time is comming soon,to face a god im not sure i believe in. It makes me angry that I will have to die without telling her she was my world,that she was my souls savior. Looking over I see my captiors have arrived, and my times run out. As I feel the sharp blows I pray. I pray harder then ever before beczuse im doing it for her, asking god to keep her safe and know I loved her more then life its self. I pray she feels no pain from my passing and stays the strong only Steph can acheave. As the darkness closes in around me, her name is on my lips, in my heart and all around me.
"BABE"