I felt my heart break in two as she walked away. No! She was my one true love, she couldn't go, I'm nothing without her. Just a shell of myself.
She crossed the seemingly clear road. Just then, a car came racing over the hill. I ran towards her, yelling out. She was directly in the middle of the road, the car smashed into her, braking too late. She flew across the road, crashing down to earth several metres away.
I was running full tilt at her now, falling on my knees when I reached her. My jeans ripped, bloodying my knees, but I couldn't care less. Gently, I placed my hands against her perfectly white face. She was cold.
My heart stopped beating. My hands went slack.
"Dude, I'm really sorry-" The guy who had knocked her down was saying above me.
Tears began rolling down my face. No, no, no, she can't be dead. She can't be.
"NOOOOOOO!" I howled in anguish.
My body went numb as the ambulance arrived. It was too late for her.
I sobbed, unable to stop even as the paramedics asked me questions. All I could hear was her last words to me, "I can't do this anymore, I can't take your flirting anymore. I just can't. I'm sorry."
I sat in the back of ambulance, tearless. I think I had run out of tears. I couldn't feel anything.
When we got to the hospital, I was left in the waiting room. It was torture, knowing she - the love of my life - was dead.
A/N: This came about after watching a lyric video to Kiss Me Slowly by Parachute. So yeah… R&R.