She wears my arm like a scarf around her neck. She's lost her novelty. I wear my cross under my shirt, she wears hers like the Bat-Signal, praying for God to rescue her. Nobody is coming to save this damsel in distress. I hold my peace in my hands, while she wipes the blood from hers. Her heart beats like the drum to my favorite song. I pluck just one feather from her wings, to remember my forgotten angel. Her tears burn holes in the sidewalk as they fall from her bloodshot eyes. The joy in her voice had once brought me to my knees, but it's now the fear in her voice that keeps me on my feet. I'm sure, this has to happen. "I love you." I whisper, as the dagger breaks the skin. This is where the drum solo begins. Her eyes widen, and mine begin to squint, to cover my smile. I place my hand on her chest, to feel the beat of the drum. It becomes slower and slower, but does not stop. Keeping my hand on her chest, I refocus my eyes on hers. Her eyes have become lightbulbs, shining at me. They shine so brightly, that I almost have to look away. Her lips tremble with her mouth open just enough to see the tips of her two front teeth. My smile vanishes, and with the released tension on my eyes, a tear escapes. Her blood runs through my fingers, and colours in my peace. The drum continues to beat slower and slower, while mine pumps faster and faster. I feel her hand clench my forearm and I direct my attention back to her eyes. As if her heart were on her face, I can see that it is broken. She takes one final breath, and spells "l-o-v-e" and reveals her beautiful smile one last time. I blink, hoping in the split second that my eyes are closed, this would all go away. I keep my eyes closed a moment longer than the average blink, in hopes to ameliorate my chances. I open my eyes. She is still starring at me, her eyes are hard. The drum had stopped beating. My favorite song will never be heard again. I now stand alone. As I wipe the blood from my hands, I pull my cross from under my shirt and look at the cloudless sky.