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I was listening to Katy Perry's "Thinking Of You" and I had to write something for it. Flack/Angell, Flack's POV. So here it is...
I just wanted one breath, one sign of life from you.
I know we had our fights, but I loved you, I still do.
I needed to know something, but you weren't breathing.
Your body's gone and we have been trying to find some reason of why this happened.
I remember your dying words, they were "I love you."
Those were my worst moments, they were your last.
I remember you collapsing in my arms.
I remember watching the life go out of your eyes.
I remember the words I kept saying to you, "Hold on! Come on, you have to keep breathing! Do it for us!"
But you weren't able to do that, my last words to you were, "I love you too."
I'm listening now, to everything around me, people saying they're sorry.
What are they sorry for? They couldn't have stopped your death.
I'm barely hearing now, all the words sound so hollow.
I'm not focusing on anything within my sight, I'm too blind.
The shock isn't numbing and the tears are pouring down my face.
These are my last moments, my last moments thinking of you.
xoxo *Night*