coldest love

prologue

She is laying there, hand held in mine. Her fast pulse beats fast against my skin, and her breath is heavy and slow. It's horrible, the tears of cloth from my shirt keep coming out drenched with red, red with blood. I can feel the warmth of her body slipping away from my finger tips. Pounding inside of me is all I can hear, but I can't tell if its my heart from panic, or my head from pain. A wince comes from her mouth... or is she trying to tell me something...