Drake and Colette #3

Drake's friends were holding him back away from the edge of the balcony. "Colette! Colette!" he screamed.
"Dude, Chill man! What are you talking about?" Jason said.
Drake's frantic screaming drew the attention of the entire party. "Can't you see her? She's right down there. She's trying to kill herself." Making sense of the fact that he could literally see her eyes, sad and staring up at them; he could see the lighter in her hand even though the beach she stood on at the bottom of the cliff was at least a half mile from the balcony. He started screaming again, "Colette, please don't! I didn't mean it."
Tears streaked her cheeks as she held the lighter high, "I love you Drake. I love you always." She dropped the flame and ignited herself.
Drake's hysteria grew breaking free of the hands holding him. He scrambled punching and swinging to get through the limbs and bodies blocking him.
A few screams issued from the tangle of people. "Drake, What is wrong with you? I don't see anything." Jason's voice didn't even through his panic. He had to stop her. All the voices merging into a dull roar fading into the fringes of a tunnel vision led only to Colette. He finally reached the railing, shaking of hands while climbing and pushing off a hard as he could for the dive to the rocky water below.
A stab of pain struck his heart before he struck the water. Colette's body crumpled to the ground still covered in flames. He welcomed the icy water piercing his skin like hundreds of shards of glass. By the time he surfacing she wasn't even screaming anymore, his lungs burned for air only spurring him to swim harder. He tried to scream for Colette, helpless to lack of oxygen trying to reach her. Drake's horse voice croaked, running from the ocean to throw his wet body on top of hers and smother the flames.
He could see her mouth working but no sound came out. "I love you Colette. Please don't die. I'm so sorry."
Colette's burnt and half melted eyelids struggled to blink. She lifted her hand to touch Drake's face; blacked skin slid from her arm underneath his hand.
"Don't let go Colette," he moaned, "you were always too good for me. Don't go."
He held her head in his lap sobbing as the light in her eyes faded, her face wet with his tears.
By the time the police and ambulance arrived, nothing was left in the brittle shell of Colette's body and Drake's heart. People in uniforms were surrounding him and talking to him. Drake couldn't understand what they were saying; he only knew they were trying to take her away from him. "NO! No! I won't let you die." He clutched her body too tightly, screaming over and over, "Colette, Colette, you are not dying," commanding her back from the dead.
Hand pulled at his body and hands to free Colette from his crazed grasp. "Let me go," he yelled, "I have to save her." Suddenly, he couldn't see her; she disappeared, "Where is she? Where is she? Colette! Colette!"
A shroud seemed to drop over his eyes; he couldn't move. What's happening to me? Then his mind sank into a darkness he hoped would consume him completely.