"No!" I screamed, rushing to her side, my hands trembling as I tried to assess the damage. Blood was oozing from a deep gash on her forehead, staining her pale skin, but her expression had changed.
The lifelessness was gone, replaced by something else—regret, pain, or perhaps just a fleeting moment of clarity.
"Why?" I choked out, my voice breaking as I cradled her in my arms, the cold reality of the situation crashing down on me. "Why would you do this?"
She didn't answer, her eyes fluttering shut as consciousness slipped away. I was left holding her, the woman I loved, as she bled in my arms. The truth of what she had done, and what had led her to this point, would haunt me forever. And as I knelt there, surrounded by the broken pieces of our lives, I knew that nothing would ever be the same.
