Death's Shadow

I didn't think it would end this way. Standing over my wife's body, soaked in her blood and mine, sitting on the sidewalk of Los Angeles at 8:00 in the hard rain on a Saturday night. All I could think was, "Am I going to die? Am I seriously close to this. Close to my death for good?" I couldn't bear the the pain in my chest. I just wanted to be with my Emma. With my sweetheart. But she's gone now. Out of my life. Finally, I couldn't hold myself up anymore, so I fell ontop of my wife's body and I couldn't feel anything anymore.

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Saturday morning is the best morning of the week. I woke up to Emma's arm lying across my chest. Her eyes opened a little as they winced a little at me with those beautiful blue colors glistening from the sunshine that glared onto us from the window in our twelve-story apartment room. "Good morning, cutie pie," she said as she placed a hand on my cheek and kissed the other side of my face. "Good morning, gorgeous," I said with a groggy voice. "French toast?" She gave me a sideways smile and kissed me on the cheek again. "Sure," she replied. I smiled brightly and gave her a kiss on the lips. "I love you, babe," I said briefly as I got up to sit up on the bed. As I stretched and yawned, she got up and buttoned my shirt that she didn't take off last night. She buttoned the shirt to look a little less inappropriate for the morning. A cry of a baby sounded in another room. "Your alarm is off," I said to her sarcastically implying our daughter was her alarm, trying to make her smile. It worked. "I know this," she said with the smile I expected and walked into the other room across from us. I stood up and stretched even more. It felt so good. I walked out of the bedroom and met up with Emma with Isabella in her arms. "Hey there, little princess," I said in a babyish voice to her. "How ya doin'?" She yawned adorably. We went to the kitchen. I took little Isabella off Emma's hands and made her my famous home-made bottled warm milk (with her favorite Blue's Clues bottle). As I fed her the bottle, Emma was making my French toast. I put Isabella on my arm while holding the bottle with the same hand, and went into the living room to look for the remote. I found it sitting on the couch as I picked it up, I changed it to Nick Jr. Isabella made a little giggle as she saw Cliffard the Big Red Dog. I sat her down in her play pen after she finished half a bottle. Guess she wasn't hungry. I played with Isabella for a bit until my French toast was ready. Then Emma took over the living room as I sat at the table with my French toast.