Drabble -- Hours

I can count the hours since he died. Five hours since he took a bullet meant for me. Five hours since my heart was torn from my chest and the world stopped turning. Four hours since we came back, bearing his body to the place we called home. Three hours since I began my fourth round of prayers for his soul. Two hours since the headmaster told his parents and they dropped to their knees, wailing for their lost son. One hour since Annie stopped asking why we couldn't bring him back. I can count the hours since the world came screeching to a halt. One, two, three...