He sat numbly on the ground waiting for something that he knew would never happen. He was aware of how badly he was injured but didn't have the energy to care, let alone acknowledge the pain right now. Everything had changed. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. He was never supposed to be the one left standing. It was all wrong.
In his mind he replayed their last minutes together. He would never forget the moment when the ground closed up forever sealing him off from everything he had ever lived for. For awhile he entertained thoughts of just sitting there, on the ground, by that poor excuse for a grave, until time passed