Frantically I dial her number hoping for her response of the idiosyncratic way of her saying "hey" over the phone.
She reached into her pocket, using her thumb and ring finger to flip up her old battered flip phone that's almost as old as our relationship.
Just the charm of how she does things are just some bullet points of the infinite list that made me fall for her.
"hey", she answered with a tint of sarcasm and concern, a fine blend of which only she can miraculously pull off.
She let's out a contagious smirk which is just irresistibly cute, so much so that i just can't but reciprocate it before the snap back into reality of this dire situation she's put us in.
"Not another step!" I pleaded. "Can we please just talk abou....
" My voice was cut off my the muffled sound of wind passing across her phone's microphone, followed by the haunting echo of her beautiful body kissing the concrete.
No body should watch the death of their loved ones, especially on the live news.