In Your Arms, Here I Lay; Prologue

"Please, Blair. Just hold on. Just hold on. Please," he begged me.

I felt the life being sucked out of me, little door little.

I felt something wet land on my cheek. Chuck, I thought. He’s crying.

I felt meer tears drop on my cheek. If I could, I would cry. But I can’t.

The important thing was that if I died, I would die in the arms of the one I love.

I’m sorry, Chuck. I can’t hang on much longer.

He couldn’t hear me. Of course he couldn’t. Only I could hear me.

I’m sorry, I kept saying in my head over and over again. I love you.