She looked.
She ran.
She knew.
Knew that she loved him.
She hoped she wasn't too late.
She had tried to contact him - but there was no response.
She loved him more than life itself.
She had to tell him. It was important.
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She had been here before.
She looked around her.
She had definitely been here before - but when?
Then she felt herself being tugged from the ground. That was when she knew with terrifying certainty what was about to happen. That was when she knew why she had been here before.
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She was outside her body. Looking at him.
She knew she was too late.
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She let out a dry sob as she awoke.
She had been plagued with nightmares since that day.
The day which had started so happily and ended with her life being torn apart.
She woke everyday with the picture of his body fresh in her mind. The body of her one true love.
Her life had fallen apart that day. Her heart had broken. And she knew it could never be repaired.
And as for those who said that it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Ha!
They had no idea.
No idea what it was like to have their hope and dreams fall to pieces around them and to be left standing in the rubble.
Only she knew. And she'd had enough. After today she wasn't going to be able to tell anyone what it felt like. After today she wasn't going to be able to tell anyone anything.
She said her final goodbye to the world that had taken everything she loved from her.
And then she smiled.
'I will be with you soon…'