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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) If anything could ever be more perfect than what was before my eyes at that time, I'd have to see it to believe it. Her eyes glittered like diamonds in the morning sun. It was truly a sight of proportions beyond any normal human's thoughts. She stepped toward me with the utmost grace and delicacy, along the rugged concrete in a beautiful, shimmering black dress that came down to her ankles and some expensive looking shoes. I wasn't sure why she was dressed so glamorously, but nevertheless, she was and it was gorgeous. When she approached me, I couldn't even say a word before her warmth embraced me. I never wanted to let go. It was a feeling of pure bliss. The one I loved and I felt that love returned to me, as I siphoned it through my soul. A drop of rain caught my attention, as I let go I proceeded to pull a compact umbrella out of my sweater pocket. The rain grew heavier, and as it did i managed to get my umbrella to open to shield her from the dark downpour. It became darker and darker as more and more clouds gathered up and blocked out the sun. The rain became torrential, the winds grew. A beautiful day turned into a storm as quick as the lightning that struck above us. We walked toward a bus stop, to go somewhere; I wasn't entirely sure where we were headed, my body seemed to move uncontrollably. But as I walked, I noticed her moving farther and farther away. She had stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk. Blood gathered in pools on the ground, meshing in with the rain, dripping off her back. The dress was torn and the shoes were gone. She fell to her knees and placed her face in her hands. I ran to her. I couldn't tell if I was crying or if the rain was just gathering on my face. I touched her back, and there was nothing, nothing but a gaping wound, a gash that was bleeding profusely. I tried to clear her hands away from her face, but they wouldn't move. I reached once again for her hands, and before they could even get halfway, a shriek of decibels unknown escaped her lips; a siren's scream it seemed, it deafened me and sent me flying though the night sky. The love of my life.
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