Disclaimer - Justin Bieber isn't mine, however I wish for him to be :'(

I rest my feet up on the ottoman in front of me that matches the worn leather couch beneath me. I reach over for the remote and click on the TV with a bored look. With a bowl of Dorito chips - cheese, because that's the best flavour - in one hand, I flick through the channels and find nothing good to- wait what was that? Moving back a couple channels, it lands on the news. Curiosity and boredom take over, and I drop the remote beside me as I watch the blonde reporter speak about a car crash that happened on the highway not too far away.

"Thank you Pete. I am standing at the site where there has been a crash on the highway between a truck and a car. The police are clearing the scene as we speak. Unfortunately, the driver of the car was killed on impact-"

Leaning forward, I recognise the wrecked maroon car. The camera zooms in and I see a flash of long chestnut brown hair before the camera moves back to the reporter, and a police officer comes close.

"The police have searched the car and have identified the driver to be Sienna Wil-"

"NO!" I shriek, the inhuman sound tearing itself from my throat as the realisation hits me. Without thinking I rush out of the house, and start the ignition. My girlfriend is dead, I mutter in disbelief; tears streaming down my face, slightly blurring my view. I almost sped to the highway.

When I got there I felt dizzy and the world was spinning. I couldn't see straight and I was a mess. I probably looked like a drunk cow, but I don't care. I don't care what anyone else thinks of me. All I cared about was Sienna - and how she died. A sob tears itself free as I spy the totalled maroon car she adored. With each step I take, the tears were coming down heavily and rolling down my face like a river. I sprinted straight past the police men and to the car.

I got there and saw the still, pale face of the woman I love. Her hair was as beautiful as always, just like I had seen on the TV. She was leaning back on the seat and had blood on her forehead, arms, legs, everywhere. In my grief, I couldn't bring myself to care. She was still beautiful as the moment I first saw her. Her hands had scratches and marks but I held it in mine.

"I'll never let go," I tell her, furiously wiping away my tears. "Never."

My voice cracks on the last word and I gently wipe her cheek. I brush my fingers through her hair, out of her gorgeous face. I gently squeeze her hand. We have always squeezed each other's hands. It was our 'Okay', and I felt safe when we do that; it comforts me. I squeeze her hand tighter this time, waiting for a squeeze that never came. Kneeling beside Sienna, I place my head in her bloodied lap and sob for the love that was parted by death.

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