Fighting the Bridge

I felt T's body shiver in my arms, and gripped him closer. "It's okay, it'll be okay," I whispered. "I'll get help." I started to stand.

"No." He grabbed my arm. "Stay with me. Don't leave. Please... Don't." He gave one last shudder, and lay still.

My eyes, blurry, looked up and met the eyes of my enemy. The man who had killed T. Killed my love. I stood and faced him. He stared back coldly. He could see me.

And I was the last thing he saw. Bam. He fell. And I had my revenge.