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...
