nyctophilia

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police sirens

she looked to her right seeing his head laying against the car window. sobbing quietly, due to the obnoxiously loud ambulance sirens, seeing the liquid no one wants to see running down from his forehead. her heart shattered seeing the gore run down his now pale nose. everybody knows that's not a good sign. she too felt blood running down her face, along with her salty tears.

out of the corner of her eye she saw the ambulance coming to stop next to the car that caused the mishap. she slowly felt going unconscious, but stayed awake not wanting to go quite yet.

her eyes going up and down his face once more, seeing the paramedics rushing to get out of the ambulance. silently praying they would hurry up and save them from the smoking car. looking down, smiling as she saw their hands still interlocked with one another.

with one last tear, she slowly closed her eyes willingly. her life seeped through her fingers. welcoming the darkness she know she cant leave. the darkness she knows he has already entered.

so this is what it feels like