The love of my life lies unresponsive before me. Her blood pools around us. Mingling with the dirt and the grime. Soaking our clothes. The beautiful flower shirt she looks looked so lovely in. It's so much blood. Too much blood. I know that no Guardian Angel is coming to save her. So I sob into her blood-soaked hair, desperately holding her close. Trying to hold her life in as I carry her through the dingy, dark streets she once loved. Frantically searching for something, someone that could save her. But I know, deep, deep down, that it is useless; she is gone. And with her goes my heart.