I turned and saw the bullet whisking through the air, defying everything I have ever known by cutting through the thick dust filled ozone. The bullet was gyrating, the twist reminding me of a ballerina performing the most vicious dance of all... the dance of the dead. It was all in slow motion. After almost pausing in the air, I realized where it was going. Straight toward him, I launched myself forward to try and protect the body of my prodigious love. I wasn't fast enough, and as the world is, I saw a cruel sight. The skin of his muscled stomach caved in as the bullet lodged itself into his intestines.
I fell onto the ground and pulled at his blood stained shirt to try and see the wound clearer. The sick soon to be carcass of my baby, had a purple bruise surrounding the gunshot laceration, the bullet had implanted itself deep in his stomach and had caused terrible swelling. He broke out in a cold sweat and i whispered sweet nothings to try and calm him. He opened his once blue green eyes which now held a grey hue of death. I could tell from the bloodshot sclera that he was slowly losing hope and I started to panic. He moved his fingers in a quick call, as I bent towards him he whispered "Don't ever give up my little' he took a shaky breath and his last word was "Goddess.'
I felt my blood boiling, I had just found him, then I lost him. My Pan my sweet, sweet Pan had left me. I was sitting there for seconds, minutes, maybe even hours before I heard a name... my name "Selene, selene." the shouter sounded frantic. I had lost all hope though and didn't reply, or even breathe, I didn't want to be found. I wanted to stay in my world forever.
