Voice weak, she told him she was tired. Her eyes reflected the overwhelming amount of agony she's had to endure. Her chest felt like it was about to explode. She gasped desperately for air as she held on to him tighter. For a moment there, she thought he had gone. But it was just her overworked imagination playing tricks on her.
She recalled the shortlived bliss she found in his solace. The few moments of togetherness she had with him. And then she would be reminded why she loved him. He was the perfect living embodiment of what every lost soul like her searched for. She found in him a small measure of peace few ever find.
She had to let go. She was tired. She was disappearing. There's less and less of her and pretty soon, there's not gonna be anything left.
Droplets of tears mixed with the rain rolled down the side of his face as the fell one by one onto the ground. He doesn't have a heart anymore. He too, lost his life.