A/N-I've worked a lot with poetry, but hardly any with free verse. It's actually harder than the kind with a meter and rhymes. So, this was a challenge. I hope I did okay. Please review and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer-Is this really necessary? No, I do not own this brilliant series.

Enjoy :)!

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All he did was stare,
the berries poised.
The sweet scent,
he could almost smell.
His tongue was swollen.

And slowly,
they counted to three.

Inside,
he cried silent tears.
They were so close
to the surface.
Almost as if
he was the one
about to die.

And the boy
that he didn't know
did nothing
to save her;
his supposed love.

Fireworks
shooting
behind his eyes.

A tiny hand,
gripping his
with all its might.
As if it could
squeeze the berries into oblivion.
As if it could take away
the torment of their souls.

And slowly,
they counted to three.

His heart
contracted in time
with the breaths of his love.
He was sure
they would be
his last beats.
Certain
that nothing could replace
her gleaming brightness,
if she left his life.

And slowly,
they counted to three.

His eyes shut,
then popped back open,
wider than before.
He couldn't miss
his last chance to see her.
He couldn't lose these few,
precious moments with the girl he loved.

As her hand rose,
his heart stopped.

And slowly,
they counted to three.

His mind screamed,
incoherent shrieks of protest.
His voice couldn't even manage a whimper.

Nothing could be harder than this.
It was agony
of the worst sort.
Torment of his very being,
reaching farther
than anything ever had.

If he could
stop this madness,
he would give
everything he had.
His very life,
his very soul,
his very essence.

But he would
not give her.

Three.