Helen is lying there, perfectly still, lingering in the moment sun and the years will soon steal. She is staring at the features of her protégé, lover, friend and a companion; capturing the moment in her heart to cherish it for as long as she will breathe. She can't help but to think how beautiful he is in his sleep. Angelic, almost. So peaceful, regardless the years. She plants a kiss on that enchanting and familiar arch on his upper lip that years haven't changed and finally closes her lips fully against his. The kiss is not aroused, merely a 'thank you' for him being who he has been; trusting her blindly, offering comfort when she hasn't dared to ask, pushing boundaries when she's been fearful, caring when she's felt alone in the darkness that is her life. A 'thank you' for illuminating her past that is yet another timeless chord in her melody. A ' thank you' for loving her. A tear escapes and she inhales that scent of his that is blue and fresh still, after all the years. She is feeling nostalgic, heartbroken and happy all at the same moment. It's a 'thank you' and a 'farewell', for she knows he will soon be gone. Her heart is aching, and the kiss acquires a desperate tone to it.
As his breathe grows shallow, she takes his hand and guides it on to her chest. He opens his eyes for once more; it's his way of saying goodbye. Tears are now running wild, but she still smiles at him through her tears when she places her palm on his cheek.
"Thank you for loving me." A broken whisper of hers breaks the silence. Helen then plants one final kiss on his lips as the last of time ticks away from him. His hand on her chest turns limp and lifeless. And she lies there next to him for a long time after he's passed. There is no end to her tears, for she is lost in sorrow.