Saving my baby, she was a hero.
But those last few moments when I watched in slow motion as the car screeched and her body flew through the air then fall with a heavy thud, had made my heart stop and flatten. I thought I was going to die when I saw her lying there on the ground and I too scared to touch or move her. Heart beating in my ears, I stare at her; making sure of the signs that she were breathing right in front of me.
She was looking at me.
Just me.
The moment those beautiful eyes flutter close despite my protests were like the start of the ever occurring nightmare I always fear to have before I go to sleep.
I'd never thought I would see the ambulance so very soon after the last time.
Not for the same reason. Never for the same reason.
Am I cursed?
My love.
How it falls through my fingertips like grains of sand.