Blade's POV

                                    

                                          
Stupid idiot!  You let her go!. 
I thrust my hands into my hair and pulled winching with pain.
That was all I felt, pain.
I was sure it was the right thing, it was what she wanted. I should have stayed and see what she had to   say. Did she have anything to say? Did she wanted to stay? 
                          
I know I don't deserve her. She's an angel. She deserves better.
Just let her go. I keep saying this for the last week.
                          
I was a man that lost every  hope until she came along. If only I was brave enough to tell her what I feel for her. 
But cowardly I ran. I kept distance and I preferred loving her in silence because in silence I knew I wouldn't be rejected.
                          
And in the silence I am now.  A painful insanity silence. I miss her like o never thought possible.
                          
"Blade, what did that bottle do to you?" 
                          
I looked down at my hands. They were both wrapped tightly around the  bottle. The grip was so tight that o couldn't feel my hands anymore.
                          
"Blade you will break ..." He didn't get to finish when I saw the bottle crack and  watch as the  shards pierced into my palms, I felt nothing. Perhaps because I was so heartbroken, or maybe because I was so drunk .
                          
"You need to get a grip on yourself" I heard my brother's voice sounding like underwater. Yes I was certainly drunk.
                          
" I need to see her...you don't get it, she left..."
                          
I felt his hands under my arms pulling me towards the couch and then pushing me gently on it.
                          
"  you will see her tomorrow, now sleep."
                          
I tried to fight the tiredness that came over me, but the sleepless nights were too many I just couldn't keep my eyes from closing as I couldn't control my thoughts of her, of my angel.


                          
The first thought the next morning was Amy. I needed to see her and tell her what she means to me. 
I dressed in record time. Grabbing my car keys I ran outside. 

                          
With my hands trembling I gripped the wheel.I bearly start the day and I was a mess.
Taking a deep breath I started the car. A few  minutes later I became aware of the police behind me.
Great! I thought, this was the last thing I need it right now.
Pulling the car on the side I waited for them to come to my window.
                          
Why is taking them so long? I really don't have time for this. I knew I was driving a bit too fast, ok maybe a lot faster than I should but I couldn't help it, it's like my body has a mind on its own.
I jumped when I heard a knock on my window. He was finally here. I looked at the middle age guy in uniform trying to smile and preparing an apology in my head.
                          
"Good morning, I am truly sorry for the speed. It will never happen again." 
                          
"I ain't born yesterday boy... Get out of the car"
                          
The nerve of him... I slowly made my way out and turned to face him.
                          
"Look, I'm very sorry but I need to be somewhere can you make this as fast as possible so I could be on my way? " 
It came out a bit harsher than I wanted but it was too late.
                          
The man narrowed his eyes at me and came closer.
                          
"You know who you are talking to? I am sheriff Mors. If you know what's good for you keep your mouth shut or else I will make sure you never get where you were planning to go." 
                          
I was always  with a bad temper but right now I could shoot this guy just for the fun of it.
                          
He kept me there for like a life time and when I thought I will loose the last drop of patience I heard him ask. 
                          
"What was the rush boy? I see you have no weed in the car, you are not drunk...or not anymore ...even if you look like a zombie.." 
                          
Shaking my head I focus on his questions preparing myself to give him a smart comment but then my eyes fell on his right hand. A ring around his finger. This could be my chance , I thought.
                          
"Are you married?" I asked and observed the change in him. His whole face lightener up. Whoever she was, she was lucky. This man truly love his wife.
                          
"Yes I am. 25 years now." He seemed to forget that I was the bad guy so I went farther.
                          
"I wanted to go to see my girl and ask her to be mine" I said slowly waiting for his reaction. 
                          
"Do you love her?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
                          
"I do, more than anything." His eyes softened. 
                          
" You go then son but when you start the car take it slow cause I'm watching you." He slapped my shoulder and I didn't wait for him to change his mind. I was in the car a second later but I reminded myself to drive slower... Until I loose the cop .
I'm coming love.