He was craddiling her lifeless body against his hoping for sign of a life that she's still there, still breathing, her heart still beating, anything.
Not a beat, not a breath not even the slightest twitch in muscle. It was over.
I'll never get to feel the way it did when I feel asleep next her, listen to her crazy dreams and aspirations, see the way her face light up when she listened to good rock music or the way she bit her lip when she was deep in a book.
She was perfection and she was gone. Lifeless in my arms and I didn't get to tell she had told me so many times and she never pressured me to say it. I should have said it.
