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It was perfect -- that day. It was warm outside, the sun beating down gently on the pavement, casting our lengthy shadows down across each other, drawing us together even more so that we already were. A gentle breeze was blowing, carrying the melodic rise and fall of our voices over the world's face. It was just the two of us -- no one else in the world but me and Brandon. Perfect. Together. Forever.

I loved him so much; as we kept walking, we talked. Talked about our future, talked about our lives together. Forever. All we wanted was each other. There was no one else for me but him. All past relationships were forgotten, all old pain was gone, as I lost myself in his sky blue eyes -- blue as the sky. When I met him, I was just a lonely girl, trapped and afraid. He taught me how to fight -- no guy would ever hit me again. Not when I had Brandon.

He turned, looked down at me, and smiled. We stopped against a high-brick wall. He gently pressed me up against the wall as he kissed me. His lips were soft, warm, perfect. The sirens wailing faded away, the roughness of the neighborhood melted as I leaned into him. Perfect. His hands on my shoulders, my arms around his next. Kissing him, feeling his tongue gently exploring my mouth, his taste permeating every part of my body. I was his. Nothing could be better. This was heaven. Right here, in this moment.

The sharp pop jerked us out of our revarie. We could hear shouts, evil laughter, the squealing of tires. . .the pop-pop-pop of gunfire. I heard the car before I saw it, screaming around the corner. Three black barrels pointed out of the car's windows -- death wrapped in cold metal. I heard the screams as people ran. . .fell. . .stopped breathing. . .They were coming closer. I was frozen in terror, unable to move, barely able to think.

Suddenly, I fell. I was pushed, landing on my hands. I heard the pops -- two of them. I felt their heat as they whizzed by my shoulder. I saw Brandon's body arch backwards. Saw him waver. Saw him fall. Saw the blood spray the brick -- the brick that we had just been kissing against. Brandon's blood. I heard the screams, close. I realized that it was me. I ran to him, touched his face. I drew him carefully into my lap, his head resting against my chest, his shoulders drapping my knees. I felt the sticky wetness of his blood against my skin, his life pouring out of him. I touched his face, begging him to stay with me. I screamed -- "Call 911! Someone! Please!!" I heard someone talking, hands on my shoulders, pulling me away from him. I clung to him, screaming at them to leave me alone, leave us alone. His eyes -- those beautiful eyes -- opened slowly, searching my face. He smiled, stroked my face. He sighed. His eyes closed. His chest fell. And fell. And did not rise again. I burried my face in his bloodstained shirt and cried.