He stood there clutching the cell
phone to him,
not wanting to believe that she was really gone.
He
had heard the gun shots,
practically felt them tear through his
heart.
He wished that they had...
It should have
been him, not her...
This was his fault.
Everyone and
everything that had been hurt,
or compromised was because of
him.
First his brother, who gave up everything for him,
now
Veronica, giving up her life...for him.
He didn't
deserve it. she was so good.
He knew she had still loved him.
And
God, how he had loved her!
She was the only woman he had ever
really loved.
Veronica...
He held the
phone to his heart, his last connection to her,
as the tears fell
from his pain filled eyes.
Standing there
he made a vow to her.
He would somehow survive all of
this.
Somehow make her death not have been in vain.
Somehow he
would beat them.
Stay alive and fight.
Continue her fight...
He knew that she
would never really be dead to him.
He would never forget all that
she had done to help him...
to save him...
He knew that he
would never stop loving her...
That she would LiVe forever in his heart...