Pieces.

I - Letting Go

I

He could feel the wetness seep and could picture the red stain srpeading actoss the white of his shirt. He almost let out a bitter laugh at the irony of her favourite shirt being stained with her blood. He cradled her delicately as was on his knees, her pale head resting against his shoulder and her soft brown curls brushing his neck. Her usually brilliant smile was nothing more than a soft upward bend of her pink lips, and as he watched, the light in her hazel eyes was beginning to fade away.

He touched his lips to hers softly, and then kissed her forehead, murmuring reassurances as he did so. He was careful not to look at the angry bleeding gash on her side and at the shard of glass tainted with blood lying on one side, glinting dangerously as if with satisfaction of having gotten with taking away a life.

"Hold on" he begged, "For me?"

She tried smiling wider, but the attempt contorted the remnant of her smile into a pained grimace. Instead, she shook her head milidly. "Move on. For me?"

His eyes filled up and he watched her breath grow ragged with every passing second and the spark in her eyes turned to embers. As he held, the light left her and they fluttered close. He hugged her to himself, afraid to let go and feel the emptiness which he knew would remain forever.