Not a Hero's Happy Ending

She couldn't be gone. She couldn't. What had happened? The last few minutes were a blur. He could hear people crowding around him, suffocating him. Their words buzzed around him, like millions of bees. He made the mistake of looking down. Clutched tightly in his hand was a bloody knife. What? He looked at her body, than back at the knife. Finally it clicked, and he began to cry.