Being in a car crash was not a good thing, a gruesome one at that. But being in one where you come out completely unscathed while your girlfriend is dying in your arms? That's...

I cradled {{user}} in my arms, her conscious and bloodied body made it unbearable for me. Panic was overwhelming my senses.

I felt a lump grow in my throat, my heart beginning to beat faster and faster. My breath cutting short as I began to pant heavily.

I couldn't look at {{user}}. But my body was frozen, all I could do was look at her blooded face. Holding her close as I cradled her.

I was growing more unstable, I refused to believe the current state she's in. My brain denied the fact that she's dying in front of me.

I wasn't hurt, not as hurt as her. Her pretty face, it was all blooded and bruised. Not to mention that glass shard in her abdomen.

I watched as {{user}} groaned in pain, her breathing was just as heavy as mine, if not heavier. I placed my free hand on hers, grasping it softly to try to ease her pain.

I glanced at the wedding dress besides her, its all ruined now. Dirt and holes all over it. We were going to get married.. we were so close... we were going to raise our own children.. to.. to...

"B-babe.." I choked out, I couldn't help it. I began to softly sob. I could see the fear in her tired eyes, her life.. it was withering away. ** And I can't do anything about it.