“I can’t.. I can’t do this anymore” she said, her pale face looking even paler, her body feeling loose and weak..
He held her in his arms “No!” he wept “No! I’m not gonna let you die! You can’t do this to me, you can’t leave me here without you!” tears began to run down his cheeks, he moved pieces of her brown hair out of the way of her face, exposing her bright green eyes..
“You have to go on, this..” she coughed slightly, then spoke ever so softy “This was my choice” her wrists were bleeding even more then they were before, the blood began to stain her orange dress and his jeans.
A single tear ran down her pale cheek, “You can’t.. you can’t.. you can’t save me.. it’s too..”
Tears still fell down from his eyes, he never cried, never, but loosing her, loosing her in this way, smashed his heart into so many little pieces. She had done it, she had listened to that other voice in her head and let the demons take her, the slits on her wrists were too deep, she had dug the knife in too far.
“Too what? Too what?!” he wailed, rocking her back and forth, waterfalls streaming from his eyes, he was unable to stop, the sadness and depression had taken him but he knew she wasn’t dead, at least not yet.
“Late” she whispered.. “You don’t know what it’s like to live with a voice in your head who puts.. you.. down.. allthetime.. then to have others.. put you down.. over and..”
She gasped, her wrists were burning now.. she was seeing specks of white light now.
“I love you… please don’t ever forget me.. and what I’ve..doneforyou” she let out a loose slight smile, as if she was happy to die.
He cried and cried, he was loosing her, the one woman that made him feel like a real man, the one who was always there for him, she had taken her own life, he couldn’t stand it. He was loosing his girl.
“But you’re my girl! I need you.. don’t leave me please” he looked into her eyes and let his tears of agony fall on her face now.
She mouthed “I love you so much” then she felt hands grab her, her spirit was going into the afterlife..
Her body lay lifeless, her dark brown hair a mess, her eyes wide open, her mouth closed, her beautiful body and summer dress covered in a pool of blood, purple and then a deep crimson red..
He couldn’t help himself, he had to cry, he had to let his sadness wash her or cleanse her pale body.
It was then that he said everything, he confessed of his feelings from the moment they met to the day that he first gave her a kiss to this moment of her dying in his arms.
He expected a miracle of some sort to happen.. but it didn’t she just lay in his arms dead and lifeless
He had failed to protect her, he had left her alone for too long, the demons had taken her. He felt he could have saved her, he could have.. they lived together for fucks sake!
He lay there now, his back on the floor, his arm around her body, gazing into her dead green eyes.
“I saw you in my future you know.. it was you” he said with a pained look on his face, still gazing.
From that night on all he could do was see her everywhere, in his dreams, where he went, she was everywhere. He felt her arms around him often and her head on his chest.
He loved her so much. Why didn’t he tell her? why did he play so many games with her head? Why did he leave her so many times but always come back?
He could have saved her.. if he had just broken down his own walls and let himself see her heart.
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