They were walking along the pavement, and she was carrying her high heel straps on her fingertips. She reached out with one hand to capture his, laughing and talking. The rain had drenched them both, and she had taken her shoes off to dance in the rain.
Then there was a burst of sound, and she falls...
Scarlet dripping onto the pavement, he held her in his trembling arms as a car gunned away.
Her dark hair was catching the lights from the street lamps, catching the white of her eyes as she whimpered at him.
"I just... got shot..."
He held her to him, fumbling uselessly at the bloodstained part of her shirt. He peeled it gently away from the wound, elliciting a gasp from her. The wound was pulsing blood, staining her skin and the pavement black. He pulled off his shirt and pushed it against the shot wound, exerting useless pressure while her fingers fluttered around his. Then they weakened and fell away, and he knew then that she was dead. All that was left, after he had shut her eyes, was the sound of rain.