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Red. MyLittle Nightmare.
She was in the bathtub, arms hanging from it, her head falling back, the water was red, and she wassmiling…
I collapsed to my knees, desperately searching for a pulse, any sign that her heart was still beating.
“No, no, no... What have you done,Milaya?” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes, my heart shattering at the sight before me.
I lifted her dripping body from the bathtub, my hands trembling with fear. I was terrified that she felt the need to end it, terrified that she may never find healing. “You won’t die in my arms,Milaya! Do you hear me? You’ll live!”
I screamed to Nikolai. I never thought a cry for salvation could be this desperate. “Niko, open the fucking elevator! SHE’S DYING!” My voice cracked from desperation and panic.
Nikolai, his face drained of color, couldn’t even respond. He simply summoned the elevator, the doors sliding open silently, and we entered it. I cradled Zanae’s fragile form, her pale skin a stark contrast to the crimson stains that marked her wrists.
This wouldn’t be the end. Not again. Not when I just had her back. I would die a thousand times before she could leave me.
“How can you do that to me, baby?” I whispered; my voice almost inaudible. I was so hurt. I wanted to follow her. “Why do you want to kill the only drop of life that is left of me?”
My love didn’t love me enough to survive.
Anger and sadness coursed through my veins, but the only remedy to this sick torture was hearing her breathe again.
My eyes traced the contours of her face as I carried her out of the car. “You’re so beautiful. Please shine again, my beautiful star.”
I begged for anything or anyone up there.
She deserves to live. She deserves to be happy, to laugh, to have a family, to get married and have kids of her own.
My Zanae deserves a second chance.
She deserves it.
We deserve this, to live together, grow old together.
I don’t recall the journey from the penthouse to the hospital. I only know that I kissed her lips probably a million times and told her that I loved her.
“Stay with me, baby.”
1-2-3.
No air.
4-5-6.
No color.
7-8-9.
No warmth.
10.
Nolife.
No…no…no. She can’t leave.
I kissed her, everywhere, her nose, her eyes, her cheeks, her lips every inch of her, as if to breathe life back into her.
