Him

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There he was, on the bed of his death. Awaiting for god to reach down and grab him. Tears were coming from my eye's. It was hard for me to look at him as he laid there. I love him... I loved him...

I held his hand as he looked at me and sheded a tear. I started balling. "Why does this have to happen to you?! Why not some other person!? Not one that I have fallin for!" His hand reached up and touched my face. He spoke these words as they rushed me out. "We will meet again."

I had made a friend that was going through the same thing she was going through. And he was dying... "God damn it! Take me! Take me instead! Please!" I fell to my knees as I cry out my soul. Everyone I ever loved... Was gone.

The doctor stepped out with a note pad. "He... He's gone. I'm sorry."

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She died two months later, I as her mother, shall finish her story. She was broken, sad, and a piece of human with no soul. When her life ended... She was happy. She was happy to see the one she loved ...

The boy in the bed next to hers.

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