I know him from somewhere. I know I do.
We don't do things together but I'll know his handsome face anywhere...
He had beautiful yellow flowers with him.
"These are for you, my love."
I couldn't breath.
How could he know!?
Only honey knows that I love yellow flowers. Who IS this guy?
The flowers were beautiful. I felt a warm calmness enter my body as I squeezed the flowers to my chest.
We walked to the hospital and went to the autopsy room. Our seats were right at the front.
I held on to his arm through the whole endeavour.
Later on he said that my claw marks were still on his bicep.