Chris
There she was. Suffering in my arms. Her last breath used to cry for help. The sirens didn't tune out her cries of pain. She was able to escape the flipped car, but she didn't escape the glass that punctured her stomach and was now covered in blood. I tried to save her by warning her of the heavy rain, but it was too late.
Vick was my everything. Her green eyes were brighter than a full moon. Her hair so long and full. And a beautiful shade of blonde it was. Her warm mocha skin was now smeared with blood and cold as ice. Her soft pink lips were bluer than the sky.
I placed a small kiss on her forehead as I silently sobbed over my dead lover.
I just wanted to support her in any and every decision she made. But this was a decision I never thought she would make.
I need Vick in my life.
I'm gonna find a way to get Vick back.
And I know just how to do it.