Breathing Still

“Help!” her voice echoed in the deserted street.

“Steve, wake up! Steve, I am dying!” she screamed, but he remained motionless. His head was stained with dark red blood and his skinny, fragile hands still held the steering wheel. She couldn’t feel his pulse and his pale body grew cold like stone. The sparkle in his eyes was long gone.

“Wake up, Steve! You promised me you won’t let go!” she cried, pulling him by his shirt. She felt every second she shared with him travel through her mind. She couldn’t take it anymore. The baby in her womb was kicking her so hard. The pain was unbearable. She hated crying, but tears fell easily from her glassy green eyes.

She fought opening the door and fell to the ground, her head slowly sinking into a pool of blood. She couldn’t understand what was happening. And suddenly her mobile phone vibrated. She tried opening her bag, but her eyes failed. Her heartbeat started to fade. Her eyelids fluttered as darkness descended on her vision. She knew that her soul was slipping away. All her memories seemed to turn volatile and for one last time she whispered, “Steve...”