"No!"

It was like watching a movie...
There I was seconds before, running after her, again. I was panting and out of breath as she was much better at running than I. She was laughing as she turned down an alley, right off the sidewalk on which the smacking of flip flops still echoed off of. I turned the corner just in time to hear the gunshot. In slow motion I watched as she crumpled to the ground and as the man in a dark hoodie took off down the alley. In that moment I was stuck, stuck between chasing after the man who just shot her, and running off myself...

"NO!" I ran over to her body, splayed out on an awkward angle from collapsing so suddenly. Her white tank top was turning crimson, and her eyes were closing. "Hey!" I said kneeling down beside her, covering up the hole in her stomach with my hands. "Hey!" I shouted, slapping across the face. "Come on now Perry, stay awake with me..."
"Alexis..." she said in a weak voice.
"Shhh..." I told her not wanting her to try to talk.
"I sorry... I'm so sorry..." she whispered into my hair.
"No... No, this isn't your fault." I told her trying to comfort her.
She winced in pain, while attempting to shake her head.
"I... I love..."
She went silent.
Her eyes closed and her body went limp.
"No!" I screamed. I refused to give up that easily, she couldn't be dead not her. Not now.
I cried out to nobody in particular, "Why? Why her, why damn it, why?"
I lied across her still warm body, burying myself in her neck. Over the sickening metallic smell of her blood, she still smelled like the cotton candy perfume I bought her.
I cried until I grew uncomfortable, lying across her dead body. I sat up and looked at her face. To think I would never again laugh with her, or cry, or be with her ever again tore me apart. She was my life, my whole world, and she was ripped away from my... just like that. She saved my life once, and I failed her. I looked at the discarded gun lying a few feet away. I reached out, grasping it with one hand, holding her hand with another. I shut my eyes, put the gun up to my temple and whispered...
"I love you too..."
Then I pulled the trigger.

And then,
I opened my eyes...

(AN : Hey guys, this is the idea for a book I'm thinking about writing. Let me know if you want more.)