The end.
"I love you," I cried.
his cold, soft, hand.
The war came to an end,
a battle he had lost.
That long beep,
everyone dreaded,
I went silent.
He was sick,
sick.
I rushed him to the hospital,
"I'm sorry,"
a whisper escaped.
His smile,
His touch,
His laugh,
He made me happy.
He looked straight at me.
It was love at first sight.
There was this boy and this girl.
Once upon a time.
