How had it come to this? A lovely evening gone in a few moments.
It happened in a blur. She didn't remember falling to her knees or seeing the man run off, as she desperately pressed down on the wound that was now staining his once white shirt scarlet.
Feeling his hand touch her face caused her to look at him. He gave her a weak smile, before his eyes closed. She grasped his hand, noticing that he was no longer breathing. She felt her heart break and for the first time in years she let her tears fall.