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I couldn't move , I couldn't even feel my chest move up and down , probably because I don't think I was breathing . Tears fell down my face like a waterfall. Yet I was cold , motionless , frozen....
The words couldn't roll off my tounge , almost like I had forgotten how to speak. 
That was the day when I thought everything was over , covered in blood from my chest down , I cringed at the foul smell of burning flesh...
That was the day when the love of my life was slaughtered burned and beaten.... I came home to find the horrific scene , of my fiance gone from this earth I fell to my knees and sobbed , flashbacks of the day we met flooded my mind as I was draped over his dead body , the park the beautiful sun the warmth on my skin , it was a Thursday .... The best Thursday of
my life. My dog Ralphie accidentally catching his Frisbee was the true meaning of you can fall in love any way I remember when he looked at me his piercing emerald green eyes well they were a little darker than emerald but beautiful dark green eyes  spoke to me , we walked for awhile after that he was alone there.   We walked across the street from the park together to the store where I bought him a new Frisbee because my dog chewed his up. Then we walked back and played Frisbee for hours. That night as we said our goodbyes he brushed his hand against my arm and his touch sent chills through my body. He asked me to go on a date with him. I knew he wouldn't hurt me like that feeling when you are with someone and you just think nothing in the world could get to me at this very moment I am 100% safe , and he would never do anything intentionally to hurt me.  I  just kept remembering ever little detail ...  the sun, his eyes, his touch, his voice, his Frisbee, the sun, his eyes, his touch, his voice, his frisbee ,  sun , eyes , touch , voice , Frisbee , sun , eyes , eyes , voice , touch ,sun , Frisbee , and those eyes. Those eyes the piercing magically intimidating but welcoming at the same time . eyes eyes green green green eyes... that was the last thing I remember from that day.

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