Introduction:
He sat there trembling from what he had done. He glared ar his hand covered in the blood of her's. He threw the knife in his bag still soaked. Slowly, he crawled to her body, as she lied there barely breathing, He picked up her head layed it on his knees, and placed his arm underneath her back whispering "I'm sorry, i'm sorry" over and over until he began to cry. He sat there with her, trying to heal her from what he had done. He stayed there for days, watching over her. The night he had brought himself to justice, is when he saw the wounded opening. It was on her right side, above her hip bone, just below her rib-cage. He had almost lost himself to think he had caused this. He picked her up and placed her on the bed, kissed her on the check, and searched for a sewing kit. This time less calm, beginning to panic. Kitchen shelves, under sinks, in cabinets, never where he searched did he find it. Overwhelming emotions filled his body like sand fills an ancient sand clock. She began coughing, he dropped everything he was holding, and rushed to the room. Something stopped him at the doorway, as he saw her lying there. A sharp sting of pain attacked his heart as he slowed his steps toward her. Knelled down at her bed-side, frozen in fear. She begins turning her face toward him faintly saying the words that feared him the most, "I love you."
