I see you there.

Lying in a ditch, unearthly pale. Burning in an inferno. Falling from the sky. Cancer coursing through your organs.

I can picture you. 

Unconscious on an operating table. Blood coating your strong hands and beautiful face. Ambushed in an alleyway. Unresponsive as the B flat plays through my mind. 

It starts to swirl around me, taunting. Blood rushes through my veins, my chest tightens in on me, and the tears filling my eyes make the dark green room around me seem far away. I am falling away and nothing can stop me, the fear coursing through me is too much. 

My phone dings, and I jump towards the noise, my eyes wide. 

Then I go outside to help you carry the groceries into the kitchen.