Jared's POV

Everything was so vivid. The deep red that was covered all over her lifeless body. Though my vision was going slightly blurry, I could still see that my wife wasn't... she wasn't...

"Chloe..." I moaned, touching her bloody hand with mine. Sirens echoed in my empty mind.

She didn't answer.

I tried again, "Come on Chloe.. wake up.." My voice struggled. I was getting the feeling in my stomach that I never wanted to feel.

The door was soon ripped off and I was suddenly being pulled out of the crippled car by firemen. "Chloe! No!" I yelled, kicking my legs in every direction. I felt fine, physically. I wasn't hurt. But mentally was a whole different story.

"Sir, I'm going to ask you to stay right here."

"But that's my wife in there!" I practically roared in his face.

"I know Mr. Jenson, but.." The police officer turned to look at the wreckage. I watched too as my Clo was being pulled out gently by five men. Blood covered her from head to toe. I couldn't believe what I was actually seeing. My legs carried me all the way over to her side as they laid her in the street. That's when I just broke down.

I fell to my knees beside my dead wife and cried.

Chloe's POV

I watched from above. High in the sky where I was alone. Away from my lover who was knelt next to my body... Invisible tears fell from my eyes as I had blurred down to his side and took in the whole scene that had quickly unfolded.

I could feel everyones emotions at once. Horror, sadness, shock, grief... From the people who had stopped on the side of the road to see what was going on, to the police and firemen staring in silence at Jared holding my hand. Sobbing. I bent down, not thinking, and laid my hand atop his shoulder.. Even as a spirit, feeling him still had my stomach twist in knots. Butterflies flew wildly..

My eyes flashed up with the life that could have happened with Jared. Our honeymoon was supposed to be starting this weekend in Europe.. We were looking at houses in Santa Fe.. The baby.

My unbeating heart was frozen. Not living anymore. But if it was, it would have clutched; yearned for me to live just a little longer for me to tell Jared. It all happened so fast. I was going to tell him at dinner tonight.. That's why we were going to dinner. But that drunk driver never gave me the chance. That asshole never gave our baby a chance. All I wanted to do was to scream as loud as I could in his fucking face until I couldn't anymore. We didn't deserve to die because of him! No one does.

I then floated back up into the heavens where I know I would hover and watch my family, my friends all cope with the disaster. I watched for a few moments more as Jared climbed into the ambulance with my body and drove away.. The crowds began to fade, the driver was taken to prison.. The police called a tow service and they took our car away. Only the hollow wind blew through the streets and brush that was left alone.

All that was remained untouched was the pool of my blood in that lonely intersection.