#beginningtowrite

[welovearitingblog]

Hello

I’m going to write things. Probably very, very, incredibly infrequent, but I’m going to write. Thank you. 

[imagine-this-once-blog]

Love and Death/Love in Death

I imagine I scene where I'm sitting with a girl at an outside patio. We're just friends spending time with one another, catching up on old times and talking about nonsense. We get up and start to leave when a stray bullet hits me. Either that or a car slams into my body as we cross the street. After whatever death-inducing freak accident happens, I manage to drag myself to the sidewalk. I take out my phone to snap a final photograph of myself while she watches helplessly as I sit up against a lamp post sucking in my final breaths of life, struggling to stay alive. I want her to have a normal photo of me; I don't want her to see me lay there dying. 

Bullet impacted the liver/car crash has left me with severe internal bleeding. Whichever scenario suits best. I realize I won't make it so I take her hand into my own bloodstained one, look into her eyes, and smile. 

"I'm sorry we were never more than friends. I've always loved you. Don't ever pass up a good thing."

All sound slowly starts to become overwhelmed by a piercing ringing. Muffled ambulance sirens can be heard in the distance. Her shrieking is drowned out by the approach of death. 

-End scene