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The room was cold.
Yet it was incomparable to the icy feeling in his heart.
He was alive, was he?
His eyes were riverted, he couldnt tear his eyes away.
Never had he known such loss, he hoped never again to noe such pain.
The face that had smiled at him over the years would smile no longer.
The body that had protected him over the years was forever immobilised.
A pale shadow of his former self he was, yet he would never be viewed as any different.
He yearned to look upon that face forever, yet he knew it was no longer possible.
She wept beside him but strangely enuff, he refused to.
Death had come unwelcome perhaps but undoubtedly for the best.
Life had inflicted much pain and suffering but it had finally ended.
Weeping wasnt about the strong or the weak.
Was it reallie necessary?
He smiled at all the eternal memories that he would forever cherish.
He would remember him in the way he should be.
The memory would forever be etched in his mind and heart.
A great heart and a bright smile.