How You Nearly Lost Him

His blood stains your face. 

Red streaking down in beautiful, elegant drops.

It feels as if time slows and the world has stopped,

his body jolting with the force of the bullet

tearing through his shoulder like a knife through butter.

His face, oh god his face.

The pain must not have set in. 

He looks so, so confused. 

He sees the blood on your face;

It looks like you were the injured one.

Then his legs collapse.

He lets out a simple groan,

still unable to feel pain through the shock.

You stare at him on the ground,

watching his blood pooling from the wound.

You feel hands from behind you grab your body,

shoving you to the ground. 

Time makes itself known all too fast,

more gunshots ringing from the sky.

You were inches away from having his fate.

You see him from across the street;

eyes locked as is the few feet separating you was miles.

His eyes flutter closed.

Your heart breaks with it.