In the dark, he stumbled towards her bed on which she spends almost her whole life. She was coughing hard. The old, he sat beside her on the bed when she held his hand.
“I’m going to die” she said with a smile of contentment.
He didn’t say anything. He just kept looking at her lips which made way to bleeding blood through her throat. He kept looking and looking at her when she slowly closed her eyes. Finally, he broke into tears and threw the poison bottle he held in his other hand. Took her head in his arms and whispered
“I’m sorry. This is all I could do for you my love”