Forever Beautiful

Chapter 16

Caleb

I couldn't do anything. I was frozen to the spot. Emily drive the knife through Hanna's petite wait ad everyone saw the instant flow of blood. It soaked through her beautiful dress, staining it forever. Staining our memories forever.

Emily yanked the knife out and Hanna fell to the floor. Her hand immediately went to the wound in her abdomen and then I could move. My head was blank, I just didn't know what to do. But I closed the gap between us and knelt down beside her. I removed my jacket, rolled it up and placed it firmly against the sound. But I knew it would be useless.

"Someone get help!" I shouted. I didn't mean for it to come out so loud. I was trying to hold back tears. Hanna couldn't see me cry now. Not while she lay here.

As Toby runs out of the bathroom and Spencer kneels opposite me, I look around. Emily has gone by now. They'd never find her. She's be half way to New York by the time the police came.

I look down at Hanna's face. Her breathing is heavy, but her Wes are bright. But not with happiness, with fear.

"Stay with me, stay with me" I repeat over and over. I can't lose her now. She's my rock, the only reason I have to live. We were going to live together forever. Get married, have children, grow old together. Now none of that will happen.

A small tear runs down her perfectly shaped cheek.

"I love you Caleb" she whispers, "I love you more than anyone else. I always have, and I always will. And when I'm gone, never forget me. Please." And she places a shaking hand on my cheek.

"Don't talk like that Hanna! You're not going anywhere! You're staying right here with me forever you understand!" I cover her hand in mine and squeeze it tight.

"Now I think we all know that's not true Caleb." She replies as more tears begun streaming down her face. That's when mine break free. They fall into her chest, one by one.

Hanna smiles weakly. "I love you both. Enjoy the rest of your lives." she says. Then, her eyes close and she breathes her last. Her head rolls to the side, and the weight of her hand on my cheek disappears.

She lay there beautifully, as if she'd just fallen asleep. The tears are uncontrollable now. I stare at her lifeless body and think of the future we would have has together.

But as she lies there, face perfectly made up, wearing the perfect dress, I know one thing. She died beautiful. She will be forever beautiful.