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Swallowing hard, she tried to ease the lump in the back of her throat, as she stared at him.  It was just last night that she was lying in his arms, blissful, but now, he lay in hers, breathless.  She could still feel his kisses on her neck, his breath making her tingle...but no more.

 

Finally, she had found a place where she could be herself, no more lies, no more walls.  He had brought this out in her, but no more.

 

Clinging to him, the tears started pouring down her pale face.  If only she hadn't insisted on checking out this tavern.  Alcohol did not agree with him and she knew it, but he went along with it for her.  Why she couldn't have just kept her mouth shut and kept walking like he wanted was beyond her now.

 

Neither one of them were prepared for what was to transpire.  How was she to know that the patron trying to hit on her had a gun?

 

She could still feel his hand letting go of her own to try to get the patron to stop his forward advances.  "Don't worry about it," she said as the last of his fingertips escaped her grasp.  It was too late.  The damage had already been done.  Before she could stand in his way, the patron shot the gun.

 

Now, he lay there, in her arms, lifeless.  All their future plans, crushed.  All she could do was hold on to him. 

 

Even when the others came to take him, she didn't want to let go.  He was hers...no more.