I stroked his cheek with my hand. The docter had left the room and I, am with the dead body of my fiance. I buried my face in his chest, tears rolling down my face. We could have gotten married, we could have lived until we are old together, I thought. Then I turned around and saw the open window, thirty five floors up. I considered jumping, ending my #life now, without happiness. I decided I will. I hoisted my body up on the window sill. Then I felt a hand grasp my shoulder. I looked behind me and there was his spirit. I looked up at his bloodshot eyes, his perfect hair, Then he wrapped his arms around me gently. We hugged until he dissapeared. And I decided I have something to live for.
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