Don't Let Go

She screamed.
The sound splitting through the midnight air as she fell to her knees.
She was unhappy with the life she lived.
Who wasn't nowadays?

He yelled.
Her cries were heard from upstairs, but the door to her room was locked.
He knew how she felt and he wanted to help.
Was he going to make it in time?

She breathed.
It was more of a ragged gasp, but it proved that she was still alive.
She didn't know what she was still doing.
What was she to do next?

He called.
A desperate sound, hoping that her voice heard his pleas.
He wanted to help her out.
Did he know that she wanted to die?

She searched.
Raiding each cabinet of its contents trying to find the last silver blade.
She had them all taken, but she knew that there was oen left.
Was she that desperate?

He kicked.
His foot smacked against the wood and it splintered quickly.
He unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Was he too late?

She smiled.
A glinting razor held between her fingers.
She had found her best friend, her caretaker, the one who knew her woes.
Was she about to give her life away?

He ran.
Fists pounding on the bathroom door where he knew where she was hiding.
He didn't know if she would open.
Was this just a dream?

She fell.
A Chesire grin gracing her lips as blood ran down her pale wrist.
She faced death like it was an old friend.
Did she know that he loved her?

He snapped.
The door flew in as he kicked in and he saw his love laying there.
He had heard her fall and now here she was.
Was she still alive?

"Don't die, my darling," she heard as he placed a kiss to her forehead.
A weak smile crossed her face as she opened her eyes to look at him.
"I love you," she whispered.
Her last words.

He watched.
Her eyes drifted shut and she went limp in his arms.
Tears fell down his face as he kissed her forehead one last time.
He loved her too.