As I caress her soft, gentle skin with my velvet touch, I start to see chills rise up.
Her knotted hair ties between my fingers.
I try to get a hold of her face, but with all of her twitching and moving, I lose grasp.
I look deep into her eyes, I see fear.
I can almost feel her nails digging into the skin on my back.
My hand over her mouth, she becomes silent. Her breathing has deceased.
All the lights become dim, the world stops moving.
With one blink of an eye, she's gone.