I screamed, wanting the whole world to feel my pain, to feel my anguish, because every day with me in this world and Micah without was going to be like that.
Tears streamed down my face, my nose running uncontrollably, all falling on the lifeless body of the man I loved. The one whose body had once burned so brightly beside me, on me, was now going cold with every passing minute.
I shook him, desperate to cling to any hope of life still on him, but it was useless, so I lowered my head, pressing my lips on him as I remembered the breathing technique we had been taught.
My lips covered his mouth, breathing air on him and not caring for the blood or foam on me. I was numbed to the fact that I could die from what had killed him for just taking in those substances, but I was a mad woman now.
