This novella was a Hugo and Nebula nominee twenty years ago. I lost both to Charles Sheffield -- whom I married five years later. Life sometimes really is just as strange as fiction.
"I'm sorry but... this is just an accident." He turned his back to me and he was slowly losing from my sight.. "But.. I love you.." Then I cried my heart out.. "Yeah, right. This is just.. an accident..." Then everything went black.