A single gunshot fired from a third-floor window and one man dived in front of another, following an instinct from deep down inside.  He fell to the ground, and blood poured from his chest. The pain was more than anything he could ever have imagined, and he felt the sunlight starting to fade.  He began to drift into unconsciousness, as a blurred figure of a man dropped down beside him.

          “Take care of her,” he rasped, grabbing at the man knelt over him, who was trying to stop the blood from pouring out of his chest.  Then more fiercely with all he could muster, “Love her, love her with everything you have and never ever let her go”.  

          He grabbed the man’s shirt, “Promise me.”

          His breathing became more rapid and erratic, pain seared across his face.

          “Please, take care of…” he breathed, but could offer no more.

          Silence fell over the two men, dead and troubled eyes stared back at eyes filled with tears and pain.  Eyes that knew the anguish she would feel.