The light is fading from her eyes like the warmth of her smile, breathing shallow as crimson life departs her hollowed husk. I stare at her in my arms thinking, what have I done?! Cold steel pierced her side, robs her of life, steals her soul tonight.
I push her hair aside, to admire the last moments of beauty in life. I wait to see the crossover from here to the afterlife, and to think I did this all with a knife. I can taste the salt of her tears as I try to kiss away her fears, whispering sweetly in her ears, whispering to her that God is near. She moves her hand across my face, in my mind I think "I wish I had shaved".
Her skin is pale now, gone is her smile. Her eyes begin to fix, her focus unfocused. She stops fighting, I feel it against my chest. She is tired, her small voice fading, now as if it were coming from a great distance, she speaks in riddles and sighs. Regrets mostly and then a surprise. "I loved you" she says, "or so I tried", her chest rises and falls one last time.
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