He was my life. But now Mitch laid unresponsive on a bed. I felt tears trickle down my face.
I was supposed to propose that very day.
We drove around late at night to see all sights in Washington, although we were both tried, we at least wanted to see the White House. Mitch was as excited as ever, holding on to a blanket tightly as we took an empty street to where we would go. It was silent, a strange thing to hear in Washington, since people want to stay up late and go to plays.
That's when it happened.
A truck full of people drove by us, apparently carrying guns. They shot at the car, but Mitch was the only person hurt. He had a looked of pain frozen on his face, and I took no time to call an ambulance.
Three days later the shooters where sentenced to life in prison, and Mitch was still in the hospital. He was alive but hanging by a thread. Every time I went to see him, I felt further away from him.
And I was there when they pulled the plug.
He has had an hour to wake up. But time is now up, he is dead. I began to cry, tears flowing like rain as I held his hand.
Goodbye friend
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This took way to long, but I don't know, Mabey you guys think it's actually sad. IDK.
Love you my little Petals
Pastelflowercrowns
