“No, no, no, no, no, no. This can’t be happening. God, please!” I cried out holding Francesca’s body to me as Max called an ambulance. Her frame was still covering mine the exact same way we landed when she tackled me. I was afraid to move a muscle. I was afraid to breathe her out of existence. So I held onto her and my breath. The thought of losing her when I was this close to getting her back, was more than I could take. Warm tears sprung freely down my face, leaving trails of unshakable sadness printed onto my cheeks. This is the moment when I lost my wit, my ability to react, and all my sense of reality, as fear froze me to my spot while I held onto her, the love I never thought I would have, for my dear life.
Life… It would definitely not be worth living without her, and there was a
