She was dead before she hit the ground.

I look at the deceiver, my eyes reflecting her snapping neck. The sound echoes endlessly in my mind.

My soul is ripped and my heart shattered. Why does it hurt so much?

I should be relieved. Happy. **Thankful**.

She betrayed me and stabbed my back god knows how many times.

Still, I feel my entire being dying with her.

As her lifeless body falls on the cold, unforgiving ground, tears flow down, burning my cheeks.

I instinctively crawl to her with the very last energy I have.

"Please, not her. Please, not her..." loops in my mind.

And it hasn't stopped since.

It never will.