Amaira watched wide-eyed with mixed, conflicting emotions as Michael collapsed forward, landing only a short distance away from her with one arm in front of him, extended toward her and the other by his side.
Blood soaked the ground where he lay, creating an ugly patch of deep red on the beautiful green grass that landscaped the ground below the pink-flowered tree.
Amaira was in too much of a shock to react properly, too many things had happened in a matter of minutes, she needed time to process, time to grieve for Officer James before anyone else, time to understand how her world turned upside-down overnight, but the clock was counting down on this pathetic life of hers, time was a luxury she simply never had.
Watching Michael bleed out, she couldn't help but laugh amidst her tears as she thought, 'I must be fucking cursed.' She didn't think it to be a coincidence that the second someone starts caring about her they die.
