The last image I see.
He runs over to me.
"No!" He cried.
I kneeled over.
Pain.
All I feel is pain.
I fall.
He catches me.
Everything is blurry.
Everything is faint.
I see the ceiling.
I see him.
He cradles me.
He's crying.
He rarely cried.
I didn't like it when he cried.
He didn't like it when I did either.
Tears soaked his cheeks.
I wanted to kiss it better.
I wanted to kiss him better.
"I'm sorry," He cries harder.
The last thing I muster.
"I love you," I croak.
The last thing I see.
Is him.
It all fades to white.
To a bright light.
I am gone.
