Lover's Worst Nightmare

They could feel the blood pour from their open wound, warm and sticky to the touch. It soaked their clothes, giving their white blouse a wine-colored tint. There was only so much time before they would stop breathing too. Blue eyes traveled through the room, looking for something, anything, they could leave a final message on. They spotted their phone near their hand and reached for it, wishing to make one last call. Hoping to hear her soft voice and sweet laughter once more.