บท 40: In my arms

Her small hand wiped the tears from falling, using every last remaining energy she had in her to do so. My body stiffened at the touch, my feet glued to the last step that I took. She had her eyes open, with a small smile appearing on her face when she stared at me.

"Violet... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," I brought her closer to me, another tear dropped as I did so. My legs became weak, and soon my knees came in contact with the ground for the second time.

"I'm... okay..." she assured with a small voice, almost whispering. Even the wind that blows outside sounds louder.

"That's a lie," I grimaced. Her words didn't sound the least convincing when she was covered in blood. I wish I could take her pain away. It would be better if I was the one who had to endure it.