...Loved ones are something we always take for granted. We think they’ll stay with us until we’re ready to let go but that’s not always the case. BANG!

Some people learn that very early in their life when they’re young. Others learn when as they get older. “WAKE UP!” Some don’t realize until it’s too late.

“SABRE WAKE UP!” Aleksander cried out as he held Sabre in his arms. Sabre’s eyes flickered open half-lidded. “...Alek…” Sabre said breathlessly. Alek smiled faintly. “You’re gonna be okay I promise! There’s an ambulance coming. Just stay awake until they get here.” He pleaded as he leaned down. Sabre’s blood-soaked shirt, the sick yet sweet stench of blood, the hysterical way Alek was acting made it seem like it was fake, but no. This is reality. This was happening.

Sabre was breathing heavily, his lungs were completely useless for him. He was coughing up blood constantly, the thick crimson liquid dripping down the side of his cheek as he lay there. Once the ambulance arrived they began to drive him to the hospital as fast as they could. Aleksander

"You'll be okay," Aleksander said quietly as he caressed Sabre's cheek with his thumb. Sabre gave a soft smile, a sweet serene smile. Was the last smile he ever gave alive.

“...Sabre…” Alek mumbled softly, he couldn’t handle any more stress. There was no response. “Sabre.” ...There was no answer again. Alek’s breath hitched as he teared up. “SABRE!” He cried out as his voice was choked on tears. BEEEEEP! The heart monitor was the only noise to strike through the choked out tears. Doctors came into the room to try and revive him, after many tries, they reported his time of death. 5:34 PM Aleksander was taken out of the room, he looked heartbroken.

Aleksander was completely broken, the next week he lay in his bed. Crying violently as he held onto an old shirt of Sabres. His lover, his new fiance, dead from a gunshot, an unknown shooter killed him. He wants justice for his lover. He was a mess, a broken, mess. He had arranged a burial for Sabre in the next week. The house seemed like it wasn’t even around. No more sounds of laughter, no smiles...Only the cold breeze whispering outside was heard.

Nick walked into his house, taking off his jacket and hanging it up on the coat rack. The cold wispy wind was shut out by the windows closing. Breathing heavily as he stumbled to his room. Opening the door slowly and sat on his bed. His eyes were slightly widened and with tears filling them.

He can’t believe what he just did. He pulled the gun slowly from his pocket, with trembling hands he slowly took a bullet from its chamber and stared at it. The tiny silver bullet is etched with the letters NY. His breathing hitched as he kept staring at it. He killed his friend, and he could never take it back. Knock Knock Knock Nick looked at the door. He didn’t live with anyone so who got inside. He got up and opened the door, nothing was there. Suddenly he felt hands on his shoulders, he froze and felt paralyzed. It got cold in his room as he heard a small chuckle.

It sounded so much like...Sabre… "You're the reason I'm dead Nick."