The first time he comes his words are bitter; his breath short from running and his heart is heavy with sadness.

I could see it in his eyes, round and glossy as they stared at me still all pretty in my bridesmaid dress that was slowly growing tighter and tighter.

They bore into me, looking at the pink cloth that covered me and it just made him even sadder.

Today was a day full of dresses lace and pink today was a day of cake with smiling plastic people on top and today was also a day of death.

I was there my lie smiling on my face being a good little girl as he watched from afar watched as he took her hand and pulled her away. It was a new life, it was death.

"He turned her, I knew it right away."

He was a sad puppy with wide eyes on fire with grief and anger as his fingers clutched to my sleeve rubbing the fabric between them.

"So did I. Come, please?"

His eyes watched me with interest and confusion but still came, letting me pull him into me my dress almost as smooth as his skin.

My fingers smoothed his hair like I was holding a child and soothing him with the lullaby from a faraway place and a faraway time.

We stayed like this, clinging to each other as if we were unstable without each other's touch.

"You still have me and I still have you."

The sun yawned at us and went under the covers so that the darkness could take over, changing like every other day but today was different, today was for crying.

I knew that they would worry and worry until they had no worry left but I didn't care tonight, not tonight because tonight was for him and him alone.

We fell into our dreams side by side, hand and hand, surviving another day and dreading another one.