Somehow, I
knew what was going on. Long before
I saw him
sneaking away from the side of the
house after
climbing out her window. She had this
faraway
smile. I swore I’d kill him, but I
never did
try. Then I bumped into him on the
street. I saw
the terror in his eyes, and tremors
in his hands
as he pulled out the gun. I yelled at
him to wait
but he shot me in the chest. I died
in his arms
while he wept. I don’t know if she did.