Set after Chris-Crossed

I look out the rain streaked window and can't help but think of you.

Why?

Why did you leave me?

Why did you betray me?

Why didn't you come back to me?

Why were you the one?

Why did you have to die?

Why?

I think about the day we met.

I think about the first time we made love.

I think about your smile.

I think about your pounding heart against mine.

I think about your soft touch.

I think about the sexy cloths you wear.

I think about the look on you face when I asked you to marry me.

I think about the day we said goodbye.

I think about your eyes.

I think about the first time you orbed with me.

I think about the way you face lights up when you laugh.

I think about your hand in mine.

I think about your soft lips against mine.

I think about you.

But then I think about the day you died.

The wooden chair leg through you.

Your blood.

Your sad but loving eyes.

Your painful breaths.

Your cold hand on mine as you gave me your ring.

Your words telling me to go.

All I feel is sadness and anger.

Sad that you died.

Anger at the way you died.

How I'm I suppose to live?

To live without you?

I can't even bare the thought.

But I do it.

I live without you.

It hurts too much.

I don't know how much longer I can do it.