He sits there. Under the cool dark night sky he stares. Up into Oblivion for his own human eyes see no more. For his own self-desperation has become his undoing and the knife in his right hand gives the clue. His last sight are the stars and his last image in his mind is of her. As his lifeblood drains the image of his one true love fades and he sheds a single tear and begs her to stay. To come back. To not leave him alone. As his sight fades he looks up to the brilliantly white stars and thus his soul departs from his tired body leaving behind nothing but a memory and an example of a truly broken heart.
