I closed my eyes and felt the smooth soft touch of his finger tips on the back of my neck. I felt the tiny spits of electricity move through them. Maybe one day I can save him, and protect him as he protects me now. I felt him pull me closer. I smelt the same delicious smell of his cologne still lingering on his clothes from the night before. I am happy. Nothing more in this unbearable world would make me happy then to die in his arms now; like I am now. I opened my eyes and looked up into his eyes. His prefect grey eyes were shining but with something other than happiness. They were shining with sorrow and sadness. I saw his lips move but I heard nothing. I didn't hear anything. I lifted up my bruised and bloodied hand to his cheek. I scraped my thumb weakly back and forth across it like windshield wipers on a car. The dirt and mud on his face dripped off as cold rain began to fall from the grey sky. It appears god was crying too along with him. I couldn't feel pain anymore. I didn't feel anything anymore. Everything felt quiet and peaceful. I was so happy. I whispered his name softly; my voice barley auditable. He kissed my lips again over and over not stopping until I spoke again. "I am happy,"
