The wind blowing through my hair, my arms above my head with the wind pushing my hands down blowing through my fingers. I feel light and happy, I’m yelling to the music, it's my favorite song. He’s next to me, smiling, his arm looped around my shoulder. We’re crossing a bridge. It's red, the water glistening from the warm sun. I can breathe, the weights are lifted off my shoulder. Everything is perfect, there are no problems. I’ve never felt better, I’m wearing flip flops, towels are in the back seat, and iced coffee in our cupholders. We’re heading to the beach, we’re relaxed already.
The vision, that vision fades. I’m brought to reality again, I’m frozen. My body feels numb walking over to him. I’m shaking him, someone’s screaming his name. He’s cold, his hands are heavy. This isn’t happening, this shouldn’t be happening. This should be me, I should be dead, I should be on the floor. Cold and dead. My feet are moving behind me, stopping as I walk into the door. My knees buckle and collapse, making me slide down the door. I let out an unholy scream, yelling his name, yelling at god until my throat is raw and my screams turn to whispers. I sit there, for hours staring at him, his lifeless body.
ps this is my first one so please be nice and constructive criticism is appreciated!