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Jackson POV

"Jackson?" I hear the police officer's voice.

But I don't know what else he says.

I hold Mark in my arms.

I look at Mark.

He's smiling.

He looks so peaceful.

It's like he's sleeping but

I know he won't wake up.

"Mark!" I wail.

My body shakes as I hold him.

The screams from my throat. I've never heard them.

"Mark! Please come back!" I put my forehead on his.

He's so cold.

I wish this was fake.

But its not.

I have all his blood on me.

"Jackson?"

"No!" I scream.

I yell.

I scream Mark's name over and over.

"Jackson we have to take him." Paramedics pick Mark up.

I go hysterical.

"No! Put him down! Don't take him away! Please no! Mark! Mark please!" I watch as they put Mark's body on the gurney.

His hand droops on the side.

I scream again.

I run to pick up his arm.

The EMT's hold me back.

"Let go of me! I need to stay with Mark!" I push and shove but then I fall to my knees.

He's really gone.

I cry so hard. It hurts.

"Mark. No." The EMT's drag me to the ambulance.

I'm too weak to stand.

They let me sit with Mark.

They try everything they can to get him back but they tell me it's all they can do.

They say sorry.

They say it's okay.

It's not okay.

"It's not okay! Stop telling me it's okay! It's not." They hold me as I start to freak out again.

They give me some drugs to calm me down.

My body is calm.

My mind isn't.

Mark.

My angel.

Our wedding is on Saturday.

You never became a Wang.

We never had kids.

Your gone now.

I shake.

"Tell the driver to speed up. He's having a panic attack."

I feel so empty.

Mark.

I look at him.

He's smiling.

I'm so glad he died happy.

His smile slowly falls.

He still looks peaceful.

He's amazing.

He was murdered and yet he smiles. He thought of all the happiness he experienced. Not the moments that took his life.

I love him.

I miss him.

I hold his cold hand.

Another sob escapes from my lips.

Now we're at the hospital.

The doctors take him.

"I'm sorry Jackson."

I scream again.

"Jackson! Honey!" Mom comes running into the building.

She hugs me.

She's warm.

Mark used to be warm.

I let out a wail.

Mom doesn't say anything. She just holds me.

I don't need words right now.

Thank you mom.

I watch as they roll Mark into the Morgue.

I weep.

Mom doesn't even know how to help.

She's never seen me this sad.

"He's gone mom. He's gone! Why did that bastard have to take him away! He's my angel! He's gone! I can't-!" I get choked up on my sob.

Mom cries with me but not as intense.

She rubs my back.

And she holds me as I drift into nothingness.

I miss him.

Please Mark.

Come back.

"Tears are words the heart can't say."