Written for All Unwritten, a community where they post a writing prompt a day. The prompt was "I came back".
Written 12th March 2008.
Memories of that day are fuzzy.
I remember walking into the room to hear a boom reverberate around the area and witness my Jack fall to the floor. I didn’t register this at first; no, but I did definitely register the woman who spun round to look at me – all wild hair and crazy eyes, crazy eyes and wild hair – standing there with a gun in her hands. She bolted out of the room, sending me staggering sideways.
I stood for a few more seconds, unmoving, my eyes locked on Jack’s body. He was sprawled on the floor, his chest a swathe of red. Then Jack gave a groan and suddenly I was seeing everything clearly; a moment of sudden lucidity in this dream-like situation. I kneeled over his body, pressing my hands down on the bullet wound which was gushing so much blood. His eyes fluttered open and he fixed me with that piercing blue gaze I knew so well.
“You came back,” he murmured, and his eyes fluttered closed again.
“Yes,” I choked out. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. “I came back. Oh, God, Jack, I came back.”
And then nothing.
~REVerse