"Hey, Willow," Guy says, turning to his girlfriend. His eyes widened. He saw dried blood on her fingers. "Willow, you cut yourself again. You promised to stop."
"I know. I'm sorry." She paused for a moment, trying to hold back tears. Her breath shuddered. They sat there for at least a few minutes before she spoke again. "You saw this coming, didn't you?"
Guy sighed. "What happened?"
"Well, Isabelle . . . she . . . she died." Tears bunched up in Willow's eyelids began to fall. Guy wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her next to him, letting her cry on his shoulder. "I miss her so much! She really loved me! And...." She stopped speaking, tears choking her; and started sobbing.
After Willow, and possibly him, stopped crying, he slowly and quietly asked, "How did she die?"
Willow sniffled and nuzzled against Guy's chest. Her breathing was stable now. She slightly inhaled. "Cathy and David took her to the park, and when they weren't watching, she fell straight down from the sliding pole. Seven feet down. She hit the ground, and she instantly died. Broken ribs and an arm. She suffered from a heart attack. She was so surprised, that her heart just stopped.
"It just stopped."
