[ WP ] `` A warm liquid flowed through my fingers . ''

Pressing hard I looked into her eyes as the warm liquid flowed through my fingers. 
 One... 
 Two... 
 Three... 
 Four... 
 By the time I reach thirty and go in for another breath I can see the futility of my efforts. 
 Her blue eyes had begun to glaze over and her head hung lifelessly to one side. The warm, dark liquid had seeped into her blouse, staining it a burnt red. My hands sat idly upon her chest as thoughts of failure began scarring themselves into my mind. 
 I shot up in my bed, startled awake by the same tormenting dream that haunts me relentlessly. I can never forget that day; the day I failed myself and my love. I bury my face in my hands, massaging my temples in an effort to coax the terror away. 
 My head returns to my pillow and I stare into the void next to me; the place she used to lay beside me. Closing my eyes I reach for her pillow. 
 I mutter to myself, `` I'm sorry, I'm sorry'' as I drift off to sleep, knowing the only way I can see her again is to relive the nightmare of losing her.
