Seven Days Before

One bullet. One cut to the wrist that's too deep. That's all it would take to kill you. To end your life. That is all it took. And as I lay, with my heart beat slowly dwindling, lying next to the one I love, can't say I regret it.I grab hold of her cold unmoving hand, and close my eyes, letting the darkness take over for one last time, and think about how it had come to this. About how seven days before, she had been fine. We had been fine. Everything, had been fine.I think about, how seven days before, we had been happy together, finding out about her pregnancy. I think about, how she had seemed to glow, and never stop smiling. I think about, how seven days before, we were both alive.Just seven days before.