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She could hear music playing in the distance. Happy, joyful music and people were laughing; laughing while he was dieing in her arms. If only she could get to them, carry him to where they were just a few minutes earlier. Everything would be okay. There'd be a phone, and then an ambulance. In the next few days he'd be good as new and they could go on loving eachother. She'd never tell him what happened, what he couldn't remember.
The only reason they had even left was because he was drunk off his ass....in some room, and with another girl. Jen could've done the sensible thing, left by herself; leave him whereever he might've ended up after his little masquerade. She could've beat the shit out of him. Instead she pulled him from it, she wanted to take him home, she wanted to make him better. She wanted to save him. Mike covered her in puke as she pulled him to her car. She still loved him.
There was snow and ice everywhere. The rain was heavy, but she thought she could do it. She could drive. She wasn't drunk. What could happen?
The ice got more slippy and she spun out of control. It was dark and she didn't see that they were on a bridge. They flew over the side to the bottom of a cliff. Her first instinct was to get out, but then she saw him. His head was split. He had a black eye and cuts all over his face. His arm was broke. Jen didn't care if it hurt, she was going to pull him out of the goddamn car before it exploded. Mike wasn't awake and was barely breathing. She laid him out on the ground like he were made of porcelain. His heart was still beating. Ba-bum...ba-bum.....ba-bum. It kept getting more and more slow. Her tears washed away his blood on her face. He tried to wipe them away as best as he could. He told her he loved her, and he wanted her to go with him. He loved her. This place was beautiful, just for them. He'd never hurt her again...never....love...
