Air escapes her chest far too slowly. I can feel her body getting colder. She looks up at me, her face flinching, still in shock I’m sure, “Ryan,” she sputters as the moistness drops from her lips, “I…love you.” I look down at her, attempting to stay stoic, trying to grasp what little reality I have left, but it’s hard. The ambulance won’t get here in time, I know it won’t. These seconds won’t stop ticking to give me a chance to say goodbye, I know they won’t. So I stare into her eyes, I find the last glimmers of life hanging on by a thread.
“I love you, with all of my heart.” As the last syllable slips off my lips, the tension in her body loosens. She has lost the last battle of her life, but has started me on a new one. I close my eyes and study my eyelids for a second. Tears begin to well around my shut lids. I can’t help but feel this sudden urge to curse the heavens and scream until there isn’t an ounce of breath in my lungs, but what would that accomplish? Without her life being restored, I have nothing to live for.
Someone has planted the seeds of revenge in me; this is only the first watering of the soil. I must bear the roots; I must find who did this to my beloved. I will not eat, will not sleep, will not stop until I find out who was the man who put this knife in her gut.
My mind races through all of the enemies I’ve had. Over the span, though an infinite number of names I can’t find more than one man who would do this to me…
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