Introduction

Have you heard the expression 'two halves of a whole idiot'?
That was us, we were inseparable. The day we were tore apart felt like my whole world was ending, we were never meant to be apart.
The wailing of a siren was followed by muffled voices as I felt them unclasp our intertwined hands. My eyes flutter open and the last thing I see are her blue eyes, lifeless next to me.
It wasn't supposed to end like this. We were supposed to go together, so what am I going to do now that I am alone?