Tattered And Torn

She picked up the shards of paper. She knew it was his hand writing. Her hands shook as she held the torn pieces, her vision clouded over. Silently a tear slid down her cheek. She swallowed the lump in her throat. God, she needed air.

Please, please don't let that be his blood. But even as the fear formed in her mind her heart screamed out in pain. She fell to her knees on the cold pavement. She was too late. Too late to save the only man she had ever loved or would.