The Tear from the Left Eye

Spencer's POV--
I looked back, but saw nothing. Why was I so stupid? I shouldn't have run away from him. He was trying to help me, I think. Nothing would have satisfied me more than to cry. Crying was all I needed that night. I just needed the tears to rush out of my eyes like a flood. I just needed to cry.
Minutes later, I had heard footsteps. Long, soft steps grazing the ground lightly. It was him! I ran quickly to him. But then, he stopped. "What's wrong?" I shouted with sincerity. He looked at me with a blank face. He held out his hands with reluctance. They...they were wet, dripping with some type of liquid. It was blood! He was bleeding! Some one had shot him. "No!" I shouted. "No!" I soon felt my left eye tearing up. I started crying with a sharp pain found deep in my soul. I had finally gotten my wish.