A/N: Oooh, don't kill me!


She guesses it's some kind of irony. Or just a sick joke. To her it was just a sick joke. They were finally happy again, finally coming to some kind of, normal. They'd wake up together and have breakfast together and laugh and smile and love together. They were back together, like they always should have been. Until the darkness came.

The darkness of the roads. The darkness as his eyes closed. The dark red blood on her clothes that she knew, she just knew wasn't hers.

Sirens. She could barely hear the sirens over her screams.

The rush. The rush of people. The rush of adrenaline. The rush of their life passing before her eyes.

The long loud beep of the monitor attached to him. The straight line on the screen before her eyes.

Her screams again. Nobody would forget her screams.

The darkness of the clothes they wore that day. The day she stood motionless watching him get lowered into the ground.

Most people going to her and offering condolences. Because she would always be his first.

The 2 lines on the pregnancy test in her shaky hand. Her black dress gaining creases as she slid to the floor of the bathroom.

It's some kind of irony, she guesses.