"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold." – Zelda Fitzgerald.
Aiyana P.O.V
"THOMAS"
"THOMAS"
"THOMAS"
"THO..." but the words died on my lips when I see what awaited infront of me. My knee buckled accordingly to their own. Making me fall all the ground with a loud thud.
I stare in horror, my eyes bulge out. My hand started shaking. I felt like someone had snatched the floor from my feet. My head started shaking in their own.
I clutched my head mumbling "No...Noo"
"NO" I shakes my body mumbling again and again.
"NO" I refused to believe as I stare straight.
"NOT THOMAS"
"NO" I screamed.
There he was laying. Blood surroundings him making my face crunched from metallic smell. His face has already gone pale. His one pinkish lips turned blue. His menac
