I'm holding her, and I can't let go.
She feels fragile in my arms.
Delicate.
Like a flower in the desert, or ice in summer.
I can't let go.
Once I let go, she's truly gone. Her death becomes real. Her heart beat is lost forever.
Blood flows like water. It's red. So very, very, very, red.
She feels splintered, broken. As if I'm the only thing keeping her from falling to pieces.
And her attacker stands in the distance.
He's not smiling.
He's staring at me.
I don't cry.
How can I?
Tears are only temporary.
This is forever.
She's gone.
I'm holding her. But it's just a body.
The others pull at me. I don't stand. I let the war continue.
Go ahead, kill each other.
I'll just sit here...holding onto the angel that fell from heaven...and landed in my arms.
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A/N: It could be anyone. I left both the dead girl, and the narrator, anonymous, although I wrote it with specific characters in mind. It's up to you. :'O
O, and thanks a million to everyone, all four of you, who voted. You ROCK!!