Looking into her eyes, I realized how hard she was trying. She was fighting off death for a few more moments so she could be with me. I absolutely died at the thought, but I needed to be strong, I needed to be strong for Angel.
Her eyes began to close, slowly, but they did. She squeezed my hand one last time I gently squeezed back. I stared at her praying for her eyes to open again. She let out breaths that were more like gasps for air.
There was so much I could have said, but nothing she didn't all ready know. My mind raced thinking of something to do, anything but all I did, and could do was let go of her hand leave. I walked down the hallways and left the hospital. I stepped out to the busy sidewalk, I thought of where to go. I had practically never left the hospital in the months Angel had been in.
I started heading down the street to Avenue A. I couldn't stop myself and longer, I began openly letting my tears fall. Strangers stared, then looked away, crying people on the street isn't uncommon for Alphabet City. I found the alleyway where Angel and I had first met.
I sat down in the middle of the cold, dark and filthy alley. Letting myself cry, letting my self grieve, until it became dark. When I finally stood up, it hut, my whole body ached, but I had to go. I had to go tell everyone, that my Angel, my love, was dead. It was then realized. When Angel had been trying to stay longer, she had been doing it for me, so I could spend more time with her. Even in the final moments, Angel put my needs ahead of her own.