Nineteen
Nineteen
HIM
My entire world pinpoints in on her. For a moment, there is nothing but the heavy weight of silence crushing my shoulders. An absence of life, of meaning, of understanding.
And then there is noise, a sudden explosion of sound as my brain screams for me to run to her.
And when I take that first step, my gun starting to drop, my calf muscles flexing, I realize it isn’t my brain that is screaming.
It’s me.
My mouth is open.
My throat is raw, emitting a noise that is the sound of a heart breaking from pure terror.
She can’t be dead.
Not when we haven’t even started our life together. Not before she even knows that I love her.
I take that next step, a near fucking leap, even though a loud part of me is yelling at me to leave her. To clear the