She was sitting next to a bed. White walls surrounded her. The room she sat in was an uncomfortable temperature and it smelled funny. Next to the bed was an IV, it had been beeping her awake all night. It wasn't that she couldn't sleep... it was that she didn't want to.
He was in the bed. Needles stuck into his wrists and tubes down his throat. The sound of his pulse was dancing through the air. His breathing had reached a constant rate, and his pulse seemed normal, but he wasn't. He was sick. The doctors didn't know what with, but they could tell he was dreadfully sick. When problems first arose, they went to from doctor to doctor. But no one could understand the problem. Some called it stress, others depression, but no one knew what it was. Finally he was placed in a hospital where he was kept under constant care.
She was always with him. Had been from the start. He was her star, she always told him how bright he shone. She kept trying to convince herself that he wouldn't die this time, like there would be a million other times for him to die. But this was it. The doctors had been expecting his death for weeks, and were surprised he had even gotten this far.
It wasn't his fault. He never did anything wrong. He was always trying to help people. With every breath he breathed he shone brighter. He was her star, and even though his light was fading... she told him he'd always shine brighter.
She didn't want him to go. Tears were streaming down her face as the monitor started beeping out of control. Medics rushed in and out, but they kept eye contact. He had woken up now, and did nothing but look her in the face. They said no words, for they knew what the other was thinking. They were in love, and nothing could keep them apart.
His breathing started to slow. He tried to open his mouth but was too weak. Instead she spoke, "You're my st-star. You'll always shine b-brighter than a-anyone. I l-love you." Now looking at her feet her body stifled. "I-I-I l-love you too." He forced the words out of his mouth. He lay his head back against the pillow, and tried to blink away the tears.
She breathed in heavily and grabbed his hand. She looked him in the eyes and whispered good bye in his ear. His eyes slowly closed shut and his breathing started to halt. But just before he left her, he squeezed her hand. He'd always be with her.
He was her star. He shone for her, and always would.
