That was definitely her. Her small frame was always wrapped in a long coat. The gloves covering her virtually frail fingers which were always seemingly cold. That hair was always tied up into a mess of a bun on the top of her head so as not to get in her way.
I laughed thinking about all the trouble I went through just to find her. Unnoticeable to the normal human eyes, her ears perked up to the sound of laughter and she turned her head to me.
Her sharp jaw and soft cheek bones were now noticeable. The slightly red lipstick stained her lips almost perfectly. Her nose and cheeks were tainted because of the snow falling down. Her eyes crinkled and her lips drew apart and she smiled. God that smile.
Her heels clicked and clacked against the pavement as she walked to me, so unintentionally relaxed.
But it was all taken from me as a loud shot blared throughout the compound of the small Geneva mall, putting everyone into trepidation.
She fell, and those seemingly amaranthine blue eyes widened as her body practically crumbled to the ground.
It almost felt like slow motion as I ran over to her, careful not to slip on that damned ice. I tumbled to the ground next to her instantly trying to undo the buckle on that foolish coat. Blood. That was the only way to explain what covered her whole chest and torso. A faint cough came from her lips, then along came a gurgle of blood from those same exact lips that I adored.
A choked sob exited my own lips as I cradled her paling face in my slightly bloodied hands.
"No, no, no,". It was the only thing I repeated as she laughed. Cracking a smile of my own, I looked into her still shining eyes.
"You're the only person mad enough to laugh during such a shit situation."
"Is that not why you fell in love with me the first time?" she inquired with that honey like voice usually so calm, now almost on edge.
Possibly she knew that this was going to happen?
A hoarse cough left her throat as more blood spewed onto her dying body. Tears were running down my face as I pulled her close to my body. Maybe I was trying to keep her here a little longer, or maybe I was trying to warm her up because she was becoming chillingly cold.
I saw it. The passion that usually burned in her eyes was fading. It really wasn't a dream or a nightmare.
"What do you want to hear?"
"La Grêle Mary."
"Anything for you."
"1. Je vous salue, Marie, pleine de grâces, le Seigneur est avec vous; 2. vous ętes bénie entre toutes les femmes, 3. et Jésus le fruit de vos entrailles, est béni. 4. Sainte Marie, Mčre de Dieu, priez pour nous pécheurs, maintenant, et ŕ l'heure de notre mort. Amen."
The best way she could've died was in my arms and smiling, and that's what she did. I never seem to win
(1. Hail Mary, full of graces, the Lord is with you; 2. you are blessed among all women, 3. and Jesus the fruit of your womb, is blessed. 4. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.)
