"If only you'd held on a little longer..." whispered the woman by a bedside that housed a breathless visitor momentarily. "Why didn't you wait for me...?" She pressed her lips to the forehead that was coated in cold sweat produced by the once-feverish body. By a body that was now as cold as ice, it seemed.
The brunette pulled away from the corpse as her throat closed up and her eyes burned. "Come back..." she pleaded. It was futile. It was stupid. But she leaned over her late husband and allowed a single tear hit his cheek.
His eyelids parted.