by JadaRae

Created on: May 03, 2008

I held onto his hand. He was holding on tight. He smiled at me. Pearly whites that would light up a room.

"Remember Aruba?" He asked. Tears were forming in his hazel eyes.

I smiled. How could I forget?

"We had some good times there didn't we?" He asked.

"Always did." I managed to say.

I looked at our hands. Fingers were laced like always. But this time they were trembling. I couldn't tell if is was me, or him, or both of us. But it didn't matter.

"Remember the snowstorm in the mountains?" He asked.

This time, the tears were in my eyes. There was no use trying to blink them away now.

"You took my virginity." I smiled.

"You gave it to me." He smiled.

We stared at each other. Our eyes were saying what our mouths weren't. There was a lump in my throat and it was choking me.

"What a way to spend our last day on vacation." He said.

We both smiled again. Our eyes never left each other.

"Are you ready?" He asked. His voice was quiet.

"No." I couldn't lie.

Still holding tight to my hand, and still staring into my eyes, he reached with his other hand and caressed my cheek. I grabbed that hand and kissed his palm. His eyes held mine.

"I love you." He said.

"I love you too." I said.

I never noticed his labored breathing as the light in his eyes began to get dim. I never noticed the crowd that gathered around the scene. I never noticed the reporters talking with the police.

"I love you". He said one more time, but with emphasis.

But when I opened my mouth to say it back, he smiled. He smiled one last time, on the last day of our vacation. The light in his hazel eyes was gone. It was then that I snapped back into reality.

"Ma'am, you are going to have to let the coroner take the body." A voice said to me.

"Huh?" I was still not very coherent.

"Ma'am, you're hurt. You need medical attention."

Although his hands seemed to have turned cold all of a sudden, I could not let them go. Not yet.

I saw a hand move over his face, closing his eyes.

"No!" I shouted. "Not yet!"

I began to sob.

"Ma'am you have to let go."

Someone was gently pulling me away from his body. I didn't want to let go. Not yet.
As his hands slowly slid from mine, I could hear someone talking in the background.

"Date of death, December thirty-first, two thousand five. Time of death, twelve fifty-nine."

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