It's cold. I taste blood-- my blood?
No, it's not mine, or is it? My dearest love is part of me and I try to kiss the hurt away. But there's no response, except my fear, my tears, the blood on me, on my mouth, yet I'm frozen-- numb.
The EMTs arrive before I can react, and they take my dearest from me.
And it's all my fault! I should have protected her!
So cold with fear. The taste of her blood remains, mingling with my guilt and pain.
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I've never posted anything here, so I hope this is okay. I usually don't have a chance to join in, but I'm home supposed to be resting, and am enjoying all your posts so much, so hope it's okay to add a quickly thrown together one.
You all have so much talent, it's so amazing to read your stories. Thank you!
Evelyn
