Isn't it curious how quickly things happen? One moment you're on cloud nine with the feelings of bliss and joy surrounding you and the next you're plummeting to the ground at insurmountable speeds only to be left broken beyond repair. 

That's how I feel right at this instance.  Everything happened so fast I was left with a severe case of whiplash trying to comprehend the night's events.

I remember being with Sang, my girlfriend, we were on a date at a restaurant. She looked beautiful in her white dress it contrasted perfectly with her dark hair that fell in waves just the way I liked it. It was fun to lightly pull on the strands of hair to see them bounce back into shape.

We spent most of the night locking eyes across the dinner table, our hands intertwined in the middle. I was so happy to be there with her celebrating a year of our coming together. It was contradicting how I felt like I've known her for an eternity, yet time went by so quickly by her side.

Sang would laugh at my lame jokes her red lips stretching over her teeth a perfect smile thrown my way. I'd laugh along with her, although it wasn't because of the joke at all...it was because of her; her happiness was as contagious as ever.

After our dinner we set off on a walk like we usually did before going back home. She always insisted on it saying it was good for your health and I complied if it meant being close to her. I left her alone for a brief moment to get my phone which I had accidentally left at the dinner table and when I came back, she was gone.

There was a crowd in the middle of the street, sirens blaring loudly in my ears, I looked around searching for Sang, but she was nowhere to be found. I got closer to the crowd to see if she was in between the dozens of people. I had a feeling deep in me telling me I shouldn't go there that I should stop looking or I'd end up disappointed, heartbroken, but I still went. I weaved my way through apologizing along the way, my heart was thumping loudly in my chest calling out to Sang. It couldn't live without her.

Finally, I found her in between more people in uniforms. Her lips still coated red the same red that stained her dress, the same red that splattered on her skin. What was it? My eyes could only see her and how still she appeared to be as if she was sleeping. Why was she sleeping?

It took me too long to realize what was happening or maybe I didn't want to accept the reality. I pushed people out of my way without apology and dropped next to Sang, my beautiful Sang. The EMT's were trying to talk to me, they were yelling at me. I reached out for her hand to find it impossibly cold, colder than when we went skiing last Christmas and she spent hours messing around in the snow. I brought her palm up to my cheek trying to find the tiniest of resemblance to that day, but it fell limp in my grasp, it didn't hold onto the curve if my jaw like it usually did.

I don't know when I started crying, but there was a river of tears falling down my cheeks and onto her body. It mixed with the blood coloring it a light pink. Sobs shook my body as tentative touches turned into firm shakes.

"Sang," I cried, holding onto her arms, "Sang, wake up please."

There was no indication of movement in her beautiful face. I kept shaking her, ignoring the public around us. I begged and cried and screamed for her to wake up only to be met with silence. I grabbed onto her lifeless body, hugging it to my chest. If only I could transfer some of my body heat to her, would she be alright then? Would she wake up?

"Please, don't leave me, Sang," I cried into her hair, it still smelled like the overpriced coconut shampoo she insisted on buying and I, without fail, stole from her because I loved it too. It reminded me of her.

I cried and cried until my eyes were red and swollen and my voice was nonexistent. The EMT's were dragging me away from her body to take care of it. Why were they taking her from me? Why didn't they save her?

Sadness turned to anger as I sought for the cause of my pain. There was a man in a suit talking and arguing with the police about a girl who got in his way. Red filled my eyes as I took powerful and decisive strides in his direction, he noticed me and with judgement in his eyes he took in my appearance, crisp white shirt with crimson red details and hands filled with the vital fluid he spilled on the concrete.

With no hesitation and mind hazy I grabbed him by the collar slamming him on the nearest car. Drawing my fist back the way I was taught I threw it full force at his face, a loud crunch was heard as his nose broke on impact. I tried hitting him again, only to be stopped by two men who I then recognized as cops. They pulled me away and tried reasoning with me, they said they understood how I was feeling, what a load of bullshit. Did they know how it felt to get your heart ripped out of your chest without warning?

They took me away and sat me down on the hard sidewalk trying to calm me down and asking me to not get in the way anymore. They would soon escort me to where they would take her, or what used to be her. With that thought I broke down again hands grabbing onto my hair tightly. I didn't understand what was happening or why it was happening to me.

After so long I found the person that was meant for me, the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Why must love be so brutal and heartless? Why did it make you fall so hopelessly only to leave you broken inside?

To think I would never spend another day with Sang. Another sleepless night. Another warm morning by her side. I wouldn't get to hear her rant about her Harry Potter obsession or about the power of makeup. I wouldn't get to tease her about her height or how cute she looked with my clothes on. Oh, what I would give to spend more time with her. To not have taken for granted those small moments I spent with her. What I would give to have met her long before, to spend more days by her side telling her I loved her.

Why did I get to meet her a year ago? Why didn't I meet her long before that?