So this just popped up and I sorta know where this is going but ehh, can go either way. Plots mine and please don't steal it!
-Strawberry~
"Was it painless?"
"Pardon?"
"When she died, was it painful? Did it take a long time?"
"S-Sir..."
"Was it!?"
"N-No... She b-bled out, took about..." She drifted off.
"How long did it take." His patience was thinning,
"I-It took, it took an hour." She stumbled out.
"Are you telling me that she was left there for a whole fucking hour bleeding to death?! An hour?!" He was losing it, he could feel himself slipping.
"Y-Yes sir."
"Get out." He said faintly
"Excuse me?"
"I said get out!"
She scurried out of the room and closed the door quietly.
Once hearing the door close he let out a deep breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. It took her 60 minutes. It took her 60 long minutes to finally stop suffering. It took 60 minutes to end 17 years of life. In those 17 years he was present for 7 years. First as a friend, then best friend, following lover, and lastly fiancé. In 7 years he met her, fell for her, and had her. He had lost her.