She was his all, his everything

She was his light when darkness threatened to envelop his world

She was his sun on rainy days

She was his laughter amidst mountains of sadness

She was his hope when all hope had abandoned him

She was his friend when the world was against him

She was his constantin an ever-changing world

She was his love, to whom he could always turn

She was his life, and without her, he would cease to be

So, as he stood there watching her life flow out of her in waves of blood, he felt the life in him draining out as well

It was then that he knew his decision was already made