Alfendi walked up the small amount steps, his fists pale as he stopped.
He smiled. There she was. His beautiful angel in the most adorable dress she owned. He cupped her cheek in his hand and let his thumb run across the soft skin.
His heart suddenly dropped like an anchor into the pit of his stomach. He closed his eyes, tears beginning to form.
No. It can't be. I still haven't told her…
One dropped onto her hand. She didn't move.
His body shook as another fell onto the satin sheets under her.
"Damn it." He whispered, his voice cracking slightly as he used his other hand to wipe away those annoyances falling from his eyes. Alfendi gulped away the stone hard lump in his throat.
This is a nightmare. One beautiful yet unforgiving nightmare. It's not- it can't be- real.
He had to face facts though. This was real. But he would never be able to sleep with the thought of her here. He wouldn't even dare leave her side until she was better. Until he could see her smile and say she was fine.
It was a mistake. It should've never happened, despite what everyone had told him. The fate wasn't the only one for her. If only he had noticed.
He could've saved her from this pain. Comforted her in her sorrow.
Alfendi held in his sadness and whispered, "I'm sorry, Lucy."
This smile wasn't real. He was lying to himself. The man couldn't be happy about this.
His angel was dead.
He gulped again as the truth hit hard against him.
Lucy was dead. Because he had shot her.
This was the worst mistake he ever made.
Barely could he remember how it occurred. It was a huge, mangled up blur for him ending with the purest sound of a gunshot. The gun was in his hands when he opened his eyes. Days would pass with him trying to understand who was at the receiving end of that bullet. He didn't speak to Lucy that whole time.
She was long gone before he even knew it.
He'd gladly trade away this moment, for anything. A world where she would always smile and he could touch her face and feel warmth in her rosy cheeks.
"Al." A voice called to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He had no time to acknowledge them. Alfendi would stay for the rest of eternity until he woke up from this torture.
"Al, we have to go." The hand gripped his shoulder and another did the same on the other side.
No. No, he wasn't leaving. They couldn't take him away.
It wasn't him.
"Al! Let her go! She's dead!" The force of this man's grip began tearing through Alfendi's heart.
It wasn't him. Why was she dead? It should've been him. He was meant to die! He was a murderer, not once, but twice now.
The side of him called Potty. It was the man people would forever fear because of this.
Justin's voice called again, this time forcing his hands off Lucy.
"No! You can't make me do this! She needs me!" Arms wildly searched for any way to reach her again. He scrambled to even hold onto the casket.
"The funeral's over! She's dead! You've said your goodbyes! Al, let go!"
Never. He never said goodbye. He didn't want to.
He'd fight to his last breath to be back at her side.
"Al! It's over!"
Justin, with the help of another officer, began dragging Alfendi away from the casket and his love. The thought rung a bell in his mind.
He never even got to say I love you.
His broken heart was still there, by Lucy in her permanent slumber, all because of his terrible mistake.
"I'm sorry!" He choked out as they took the murderer away from his final victim.