I held Mel's bleeding body in my arms. "Dylan," she said. "Dylan, I love you."
"Oh Mel," I said, tears forming. "What happened?"
"Johnny. Johnny, he caught me getting ready to leave. He didn't like that," she said.
"That motherfucker," I said. My legs tensed like I was going to stand up and go after Johnny, but I hesitated.
"Hey. Hey. Stay with me. What's done is done. I only have a few moments left. I can feel it," she said. "Everything's getting cold."
"Oh, Mel. I'm so sorry," I said, my tears dropping onto her face. "I don't know what I'll do without you. You're my best friend."
"Just a friend?" She said.
"I said I needed to think about it," I said, wiping my tears off her face. "How about this? I'll kiss you before you go, but that doesn't mean we're dating. Ok?" I laughed sadly.
"I'll take it," she said. "Pucker up, Buttercup." She made a stupid kissy face at me.
