The paramedics arrived and whisked Y/n out of my arms, leaving me with empty arms.

I just sat on the bathroom floor, staring at blood on the floor while tears streamed down my face.

The scene replaying over, and over, and over again like a movie.

I could have stopped this.

I could have prevented this from happening.

This is my fault.

Why?

Why are people so cruel?

Why is LIFE so cruel.

I was jerked away from my spiraling thoughts as a hand was placed on my shoulder.

"Mr Mcloughlin?" A voice asked softly, breaking me from my trance.

I turned my head towards the voice, and I saw an officer. He was tall, and light haired with hazel eyes.

He looked at me with sorrowful eyes.

I just sit there, turning my gaze back to the floor. The blood covered floor.

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