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My eyes were squinting because of the flashlights that kept going off non-stop. I could barely see anything but the scenario was still perfectly clear to me. It was a big night with lots of big names which had to mean that we were at an important event. I was sitting down on the carpet that covered the ground with him in my arms. My whole body was shaking and I was crying while my beautiful white dress slowly turned red as it got drained in his blood. It looked beautiful, just like white canvas slowly getting soaked in red paint. In vain, I panically screamed for help. The paparazzi stood close together and formed a small circle that surrounded us. He was bleeding heavily but no one could reach us because of them. They fiercely pushed each other around like hungry animals in the battle for the perfect front page picture. I got hold of one of their legs while I begged desperately for him to help us, but he pushed my hand away. Everything was so dramatic; it felt too surreal yet so real at the same time. I heard how he was struggling to breathe in my arms, he raised his hand and I took it in mine and placed it against my cheek. I gently kissed it and looked into his eyes and saw his pain. I wanted to scream again but it wouldn't change anything so contained myself. His hand fell down from my cheek and he stopped breathing. I looked confused at his lifeless body; it took me a couple of seconds to realize what was happening. I started to shake him frantically as I kept asking and begging him not to leave me. He suddenly took a deep breath but the good news didn't last very long. Before I knew it, he coughed so hard blood came out from his mouth and splashed onto my face.