"Jasmine watch out!" I yell as she storm off. The wheels screeched from the 1980's ford before coliding with her. I sprinted after her. She was laid in front of the grill of the car. The driver, stood there in hunting gear. His breathe growing white in the cold christmas air. I knelt by Jasmine.
"It hurts, Rob"
"I know baby. I know." I pushed her hair out of the way. The driver was calling for an ambulane. She coughed and crimson fluid fell from her white lips onto her jacket.
"I'm cold," I picked her up in my arms. Her white jacket was heavy against my torso. Blood seeped through her jeans and her left arm was bent the wrong way.
"It really hurts, Rob"
"Shh it will be okay baby. I love you remember. I won't let anything happen to you, remember. I'm sorry Jasmine. . . so sorry. I love you and I never want you to forget that. Ever." I held her tight. I heard her cry, tears began to drip onto my bare hands around her waist.
"I love you two, so much Rob. Ah -"
"shhhh. It's okay." A silence filled the winter air. The christmas lights string over the suspension bridge twinkled aimlessly.
"Merry christmas Rob,"
"Merry Christmas Jas" I kissed her and pulled her in tighter.
"I'm cold, Rob. So cold."
"Don't you dare. Don't even think abo-" before I could finish she coughed again, spitting a lot of red blood onto the road.
"I love you Rob." She started crying. I cried to. We both sit there in the middle of the night. The drunkern customers behind them singing endless christmas songs of pointless value. The smell of blood and snow mixed in my nostrils.
"On the first day of christmas, my true love gave to me . . ." her voice trailed off. She fell limp in my arms. I knew it was to late. I broke down, I cried and cried into her brown curls. I felt sick.
"Jasmine. Jasmine!" I screamed into the midnight. It was no use. She was dead. Jasmine was dead. My Jasmine was dead. My love. My . . . everything.
