Taken.
It's unreal. Everything about this is unreal. A couple of hours ago I kissed her, now she's dead. Everything is spinning around, my mind can't seem to focus on anything. To top it all off, I'm looking right at the bed where she died. I still see blood. I'm fighting back tears, and I start to panic, it wasn't suppose to happened like this.
I feel lost. Scratch that, right now I feel nothing at all.
So many deaths, but none that made me feel like this, none that made me shut down my feelings completly. Up until right now, I've felt every death that has passed by me since landing on earth.
But this death is different, harder, worse. It's easier not to feel anything right now. If I let myself feel right now, I too will die. Hmm maybe that wouldn't be so bad, maybe I'd be with her. She wouldn't want that.
She loved me, she never got to say it, but I knew. I loved her too, and I have to believe that she knew that.
I got to kiss her, touch her, make love to her one time before she was taken away from me.
Maybe this is a dream. I look over to the bed. Still so much blood.
I have to be brave for my people. For the peolpe who's left. I can't let her death be the death of me. At least not just yet.
My heart aches for her, and I know that will never stop. Dead or alive, she's the one. My soulmate. My everything.
May we meet again.