George's POV
I stretch as sunlight shines through the drapes. We really need new drapes I think to myself. But every time I being it up Kara insists they are perfectly fine.
"Just because you're this high and mighty wealthy man, doesn't mean everything we own needs to be new and shiny." Kara often jokes.
She's said the same about our toaster, the back patio screen door, and countless other thing.
I roll over to Kara.
"Morning, love." I say loud enough to wake her up.
I'm surprised she isn't up before me, she almost always is. However, she doesn't move.
"Kara?" I say, sitting up, heart beginning to race.
"Kara! Kara!" I'm nearly yelling.
I touch her face.
Ice cold.
"Oh my god. No. No no no no no!" I whisper.
"Kara. Baby, wake up now. Kara. It's okay Kara. Just wake up. It's morning. It's time to get up no."
I try shaking her. I pat her face.
Nothing.
I finally stop, panting.
There's a moment of silence while my brain registers.
When it does, I collapse in sobs. I grab Kara's limp, lifeless body and hold it in my arms as I cry.
