Cold

There was blood all over his skull and all over my hands, on the sidewalk, on my blue skirt. I was screaming at him to stay with me. I couldn't understand why he would do this to himself. The ambulance should be on it's way. His eyes looked cold. When I closed my eyes I could see my tears washing away all the blood, washing him away, washing everything away. In a giant blue river, rushing all around me, drowning me.

I opened my eyes and he was gone. All that was left was the blood on my skirt and his skin underneath my fingernails.

Looks like he didn't do this to himself after all.

Smashing his head against the pavement wasn't difficult. My hands gripping his head, the dull thud each time until finally there was a crack.

I knew no one would find him.

He was gone, along with all of my tears.