Just a little piece I threw together. For those that don't know, the Mundie Awards are happening! Get yourself over to nominate! :D
When he counted, a thousand numbers popped into his head. Though, the ones that were strongest to him were the ones that reminded him of her.
Ten.
The seconds it took for her to be ripped from his arms.
Nine.
The demonic wounds in her unsuspecting chest.
Eight.
The number of demons that attacked her.
Seven.
The age in months she was pregnant.
Six.
The amount of people that watched it happen, and couldn't stop it.
Five.
The kisses that she gave him before she choked a goodbye.
Four.
The total number of tears that rolled down his cheek when she drowned in her own blood.
Three.
The amount of words he said to her before she died in his arms.
Two.
The seconds it took for him to comprehend.
One.
The minutes until he followed her.
Zero.
The time they had left.
Review. It's food for thought.