She stood at the side of the bed looking down at him. He certainly was a beautiful creature, wasn't he.  She stared at him silently, watching the rise and fall of his chest, listening to the breath escape his lips. She thought to herself that he looked pretty uncomfortable in that position he was in.  She bent down, picked his crumpled shirt off the floor and tossed it onto the bed beside him making sure she didn't dirty her white gloves.  She turned her back to him and tiptoed quietly to the mirror.


He opened his eyes and looked at her from the bed. He wished he'd told her how he felt sooner...he would've had more time to hold her.  He watched her as she took her lipstick from her clutch and painted her lips that crimson he loved.  His eyes glanced at the same crimson color that now made a strange pattern on his shirt.  He sent his gaze back to her as he tried to remember, as she was slipping her shoes on, her hand on the door handle.  He coughed.

She felt like she was walking away from the one thing that would make her happy her entire life...and she hated herself for it. He was the closest she would ever get to Jimmy and she would never forgive herself for turning and walking out that door. But she had to know for sure. She had to know that he was really gone.  With her hand on the door handle, she glanced back to the bed.  He coughed. 

They were two people, so perfect together, but so broken when they were apart.  She loved him from the moment they met, but she would never let him know that. She stood outside the door wondering if she should go back in.

She didn't know this, but when the door clicked shut his heart was shattered into a million pieces.  He would never get over her.  It ruined him.