{OMG! I'm crying! Why did he have to die? :'(}
Then, it happened. He was gone. By now, I was hurt so much I couldn't cry. Maybe if I stand still it wouldn't be true, and that's all I could do was stand there staring at something that wasn't there. The nurse that told me places a hand on my shoulder and then walks down the hallway with her head down. I have him everything I could possibly give, and now I guess I have nothing to give. He couldn't be replaced, because no one could make me feel the way he did. Tears blur my vision, as they roll his body past me. My heart screamed for one more touch, one more kiss, one more glance. One last time. I watch him get wheeled past me, and I wanted to run after him. To touch him so he would flush with color, but I knew if I did touch him he would be cold. I guess a fire that burns that bright isn't supposed to last long.