I don't remember the last time I cried like this. He had given his life to me and I had given him nothing. All I had done was taken him for granted.
Now I'm sitting here in a pool of red, wishing that what had happened happened to me. I gave him nothing for what he gave to me and now he was paying the ultimate price.
He gasped for air on the stone cold pavement and held onto my hand feebly. I tried not to cry; to let him see that I thought our time together was over.
He whispered "I love you" so quietly I almost didn't hear him. I broke down. I cried for him to stay and not to leave me alone and behind.
His chest stopped heaving up and down. I screamed for him to wake up. I screamed for eternity. I cried over his limp body to take me with him.
The bullet had gone through his heart and out the other side; I was looking through his shoulder onto the pavement.
I kissed his cold lips and lay his head back on the ground. I could faintly hear running in the background and yelling close by. It all seemed far away though.
His head lolled to the side, his empty, onyx eyes staring blankly at me. I couldn't take it; but I left his eyes open and staring at me.
I felt responsible for had happened. I had insisted that we go out. That's when the Eraser had seen us. He had fired one fatal shot at him and had run away. I didn't even see where the Eraser went; I didn't want to leave him in his dying moments.
I cried as the paramedics took him away, as they tried to resuscitate him. They tried to shock him awake several times, his chest leaving the gurney. I just sat on the ground, sobbing my heart out to the pool of blood I was sitting in.
I could feel myself being lifted off of the ground and carried over to the other ambulance waiting. They examined my writhing body as I tried to sob and get away. They strapped me down to the gurney and drove me to the hospital.
I woke up in that horrid place, in the very place I vowed to never return. A doctor came in at that moment and sat down next to me.
"He's gone," she simply stated. I had finally heard the words spoken aloud. He was dead. I was by myself in the world now. The rest had left some years ago, chasing their own dreams. I couldn't remember much after that but I wound up in a black mourning dress in a grassy field in front of a wooden coffin with beautiful flowers all over it. I stared at the picture of him and I at the beach years ago. We were smiling. I made a promise to myself that day, to never smile again or to laugh or to feel joy.
They lowered the dreaded coffin into the six foot hole in the ground. I broke free from the crowd and jumped in after it. I grabbed onto the coffin and held on tight. They tried to pry me off but all I did was cry for them to let me be with him forever. They got me off and restrained me as I watched my only friend be buried six feet under.