Losing Her

Pure blue eyes against pale, ghostly white skin stared blankly at him. Wispy locks of night black hair clung to the delicate angelic face. Fresh scarlet blood slid from the full pink lips and rolled down her cheeks into her hair. Her unmoving limbs hung lame against her side as he raised a shaking hand to touch her cheek.

He gasped at the coldness of her skin; it felt like she had been laid in a freezer. He matted down her bloody hair and stroked her face. The accusing eyes looked out into the empty space ahead as her face tilted to the side from his touch.

Warm tears leaked from his eyes as reality sank in. They rolled silently down his smooth face and dripped from his chin. Pain masked his face as he stared at the lifeless girl in front of him. His lips quivered and a sob tore itself from his throat. The anguish blinded him as his eyelids drooped, struggling to hold in the burning tears that threatened to spill in an uncontrollable speed.

Guilty thoughts raced through his mind as he fought with his inner self. Why was she the unlucky one who hadn’t seen the swerving truck? Why couldn’t he pull her out of the way just in time? Why did she have to go instead of him?

Tears fell onto her cold face as he wept. Her blood and his tears mingled. The blank eyes continued to stare out into the open space and all he could do was stand by and lose himself to the sorrow. As sobs erupted from his lips, with trembling fingers, he gently lowered her lids, knowing there was nothing he could to help her.

He could do nothing.