Waiting.
Passing by the time, as the cool breeze hits against the tall green grass.
And there she is.
With her medium length locks blowing in the wind.
But...her face.
It was different then u remembered.
It was filled with sadness this time.
When she reached out her hand there were cuts down her soft pale wrist.
And when u moved closer, she passed out onto the cold wet grass.
What had happened to my love?
What has she done to her beautiful pale wrist?
U quickly ran to her feet, and caressed her soft pale skin.
'What have u done!?' U say to no one in particular.
'God. U idiot. Idiot! Ur such a fool!' U curse in the wind, as u hold her tight. Watching your lover slowly bleed out and die.