I cried. I cried. Everything hurt.
The door opened, and there he was. My angel. His empty orange eyes peered down at me. He kneeled down, and placed his hand on my head.
"Are you experiencing a bad memory?" His voice was dull and rhythmic. I reached for him, his hair wrapped around my fingers.
He continued to speak, "Sometimes, I see it too: the desert, the sun, the sand. There's nothing left."
"I just don't want you to be alone," I sobbed.
He rested his hand on my head. "I'm not alone. You're
here." His gentle smile broke my heart.
He didn't see the pool of blood beneath by dress. Soon our time together would end, and we'd be seperated by millions of stars again.