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What Death Told Me
What Death Told Me
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I shake my head. I blink the blurriness from my eyes. I can see him clearly now. Hes sitting
beside me, his hands reaching for mine.
Youre not I whimper. Youre not here.
He suddenly looks very sad. The alarming shade of green in his irises begin to dull and he sighs.
One last time, he mumbles, looking down at our hands.
No I weep. No, no. Please.
My natural reaction is to hug him. I wrap my arms around his torso and I sob into his chest. I feel
no heart thumping. No heat radiating off him. He is no longer warm. He is just here. Just for now. I clench
onto him tighter and he is whispering smooth nothings into my ear.
When I close my eyes I see his limp corpse on the pavement. It lies there in the rain, his head
bleeding and his eyes still open, shock paralyzing his dead body forever. Red and blue lights filter in my
eyelids. The sound of the heavy rain that made him this way haunts my vision.
I go limp in his grasp. I have nothing more to say.
He begins to kiss me. It feels like Ive been kissed by him for the very first time even though I
know it is the last. I clench his arms with my fists, refusing to let him go. My knuckles turn white.
No, please I gasp, when he tears us apart. No, God, please dont.
The convulsive sobs that break from my lips are not as strong as the power of it all; Death visited
me tonight. I was limp in his victims arms. I wanted him to stay, and I begged him not to go. But as the
night faded from my eyes, and the moon began to dance away, I was left with nothing but emptiness.
In the morning, it begins to rain.