I couldn't tear my gaze from his chest and the object that protruded from it. The object that I had so violently placed there.
His thick blood dripped slowly from the wound and splattered on the wet cement, trailing down into the storm drain along with the freezing rain.
His blood was shining proof of the unbelievable that I never wanted to see or suspect. I took a step back, shaking my head numbly.
"No…"
But I could not deny what stood before my eyes. The proof that glided ever so slowly down his chest…and the gold that reflected in his eyes.
I didn't believe it; I couldn't.
I felt a piece of my heart break as I looked at my best friend through the drizzle of rain.