Because she knew nothing would last forever. She knew that something so genuine, so sweet, so perfect would end someday. Still, her heart sank as she walked into the room and saw her laying on the floor, motionless. She walked up to her and kneeled next to her. Touching her cheek gently, she felt the coldness in her body.Slowly she moved her hand to her chest. Her heartbeat was gone, and from that moment on so was hers. She laid down next to her and hugged her one last time as tears rolled down her face. And that was the end of her world. She would walk the streets without a heartbeat, without a purpose. She would get home every night, smell her clothes, think about the taste of her lips, the warmth of her body. And only in her death she would be alive again, because only in her death she would be able to see her again.
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The end of her world
Short StoryDeath reminds us that nothing truly lasts forever...