He tells you, everything is going to be alright and the two of you are going to be soon in home eating anything you want. You wish you bealive him.

I'm going to be alright.

He says and you really wish his words were true, but they're not and his blue eyes are losing his bright color, leaving only a dull color. It hurts so much to see the only one who bealived in you dying slowly in your arms and you can't do anything to change that.

We are going to be alright.

How many lies in one sentence. He is not goig to be alright, you are going to lose the last conetion to your stable sanity, everyone will start to avoid you again because he was the only excuse they had to talk to you. You are going to be alone with only the memories of a bright smile.

That smile is getting tired and tired, but it's always there. You smile back and holds his hand tightly assuring him you are not going to leave him anytime soon.

You weren't alright in his funeral. You feel sick and tired and empty the first month without him. They started to talk less to you in the second month. You almost ... you almost commited the worst dessision in your life.

In the third month a little girl with bright blue eyes gived to you a flower telling you that you should smile more, they boy behind you with wings and the big sky eyes told her.

And you knew everything is going to be alright.