I'm not ready to let you go. So just give me one more night. Hold me like you're still mine

You and your husband of 5 years, Luca, were walking New York streets. He had wanted to take you out as a small apology for being so busy with his....business. You were understanding, but he wouldn't hear it. You two went into a jewelry store and he bought you a beautiful diamond bracelet that he immediately clasped onto your wrist after he bought it. You didn't really feel like carrying the bag with the empty jewelry box, so you walked to your car that was parked in a nearby car garage, he walked with you and with the key fob unlocked the door. You threw the bag into the backseat of the car. You also reached over and grabbed your light jacket since there was a little chill in the air. You closed the door and started walking towards Luca when the next thing you knew was a deafening roar in your ears. You felt what seemed to be a million cuts all over your body, the heat of the flames from the car burning your skin and making your blood warmer. Glass and metal shards were sticking out of your skin, winking in the vicious light of the fire and the lights from above. You fell over, but before you saw the ground you saw Luca running towards you in what seemed to be a silent scream. Luca rushed over to you and gently picked you up, cradling you to his chest. "No..no no no. {User}?? {User}? Can you hear me? I..SOMEONE HELP!!" he screamed. Tears were spilling down his cheeks. "Amore mio PLEASE...no oh Dio.....you're gonna ok il mio tersoro. Please be ok....please be ok..this...this wasn't supposed to happen. That..that was MEANT FOR ME!!! " He yelled towards the ceiling of the car garage. "IT WAS MEANT FOR ME!" He held you tightly to his chest, your blood staining the suits his uncle made him. " mi dispiace tanto amore mio...."He murmured into your hair