Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Fifty Two.I Need My Love Back.

Edited.

Song for this chapter: Steve Jablonsky-Tessa.

I didn't know what to do at this moment, I didn't know who I was or what would become of me. The blood staining my dress would leave a permanent stain on my heart and I knew now that nothing would ever be the same. Not again, not ever.

I couldn't hear anything, not Blake's comforting yet empty words or the ambulance sirens in the far distance. I couldn't even hear the screams that were still leaving my lips. I was numb as one should be. I was empty, hollow and broken.

His face was drained from color, his skin cold to the touch but yet he still was so beautiful. His hair was disheveled and I had to prod my eyes away from his deep red once white shirt every time I remembered what happened just minutes ago.

I had heard once that losing your person is like losing air. It's painful and slow and there's nothing you can do about it. You just watch the world disappear. 

It was as though everything was in slow motion, the paramedics came out of the ambulance in a rush carrying bags of aid kits. But I knew as well as them that there would be no saving done tonight, my person was gone. He had become a part of the night sky, simply a bright star that would always keep watch over me as I slowly fell apart from the seams.

He was still in my lap by the time he approached us, ''Code 187, Caucasian male'' The paramedic announced into his walkie-talkie. Blake was stood up standing next to him telling him more information, his hair a mess and his eyes red. 

''Name: Grayson Smith, aged eighteen''.

I didn't even notice a girl crouched down beside me until she touched my neck and I flinched back from the pain of it. But the pain didn't compare to the pain that was crushing my heart into a million broken pieces. 

She motioned the paramedic that was once talking to Blake over to us as he too bent down to be eye level with me, he looked at me with sympathy, a frown etched across his lips with wrinkles apparent on the corners.

''Code 664, a knife wound to the neck, Caucasian female'' He once again spoke slowly into the device that was getting told all of my worse nightmares. 

''Her name is Elizabeth Johnson, she's seventeen'' Blake told him which was then repeated into the walkie-talkie. 

Police pulled up shortly, as paramedics tried bandaging up the open wound on my neck that did not yet stop bleeding. I knew I would need stitches, but that was the last thing on my mind at the moment. All I cared about and all I was thinking about was my person, my best friend, my Grayson.

''Libby'' The female paramedic called looking into my glassy eyes, her eyes were kind but yet sad. I didn't need sympathy or remorse, I need my love back. 

''We need you to let go'' She spoke carefully, knowing that if she wasn't gentle with me I would crack. But it was too late, I wasn't cracked, I was broken and nothing no one could say or do could possibly put me back together again.

Nothing.

Only he could.

I shook my head in refusal of not ever wanting to let go of him. He promised to never let go of me and I promised to never let go of him. I was keeping my promise, even if he had hadn't kept his.

I held him in my arms not taking my eyes off his every feature, his soft freckles were nowhere to be seen in the dark night but everything about him looked so perfect. I was entranced by his beauty and didn't ever want to look away. Not now, not ever.

I held his face in my hands and rubbed circles with my thumbs on his soft, cold cheeks as I leaned down to kiss his head one final time. I couldn't bare to kiss his cold lips knowing that he wouldn't kiss me back, not again.