• Her eyes register fear. Those lapis lazuli-like eyes darting back and forth. They're warning me from something. No. Not something. Someone. But...why? I know she doesn't like me. Then why is she trying to save me. I've been evil and malicious to her all these years. So, why is she trying to help me. I can't seem to understand.

    Her full lips move but no sound is coming from them. What's going on? What...what is this feeling? My head is spinning and I feel like throwing up. She touches my hand, and tears spill down her cheeks. I finally understand what's going on. The pieces of the puzzle are found and put to place.

    Her hands cup my face and more tears stream down her her face. She looks up and it breaks my heart. Her eyes, those dazzling gems. I'll never see them again and I.....I am afraid. I yearn to touch that porcelain skin; to hold her in my arms once more and tell her none of it was true. That I loved her since the day I met her when we were ten. God, was I ever so stupid.

    A few moments pass, with our gazes locked upon each other. Her eyes widen in fear, she chokes out something I cannot understand. And that's when the screaming begins.

    NO! NOT HER! NOT MY ANGEL! My...sweet...angel!

    I close my eyes and block out the noise that bring pain to my heart. Suddenly, things quiet down and there, where my angel once stood, is a cold life-less body.