A/N: Sorry for the wait. I am going to finish this--it's a personal goal. But with school, graduation projects, college applications...it'll be a little hectic. It WILL get done, though. Have no fear. Here are three installments.
xxxiv. Not Enough
She's cooking in the kitchen, stirring the potful of spaghetti sauce. He walks in carefree, wrapping his arms around her. She chuckles, and prompts him to taste, placing the wooden spoon by his mouth.
"What do you think?"
He smacks his lips for a bit. "Too much pepper, not enough oregano." She smirks.
"You're wrong."
"What was the point in asking me?" Before she has time to laugh, there's a loud sound, and they're both on the floor, the sauce still bubbling.
He's on the floor.
And there's blood. Not enough, she thinks, crying. Time. Blood. Life. Not enough…everything.