Traumatic Quest: Love or Death

The trauma was severe...

She held his torso, her hands were bloody;

Holding onto his last life.

Watching breathelessly as each drop of blood,

Took away his heart beat...

And as her heart beat,

She could see his his heart leave...

A choice between love and death,

She let go.

This story would not have a happy ending.

Without a heartbeat, yet her hearts tormenting:

If she should let her own heart beat;

Became a relentless question

Recurring in her head...

                                                     Love or death?