She had done it. She had been racing him for so long. He never thought that she would actually win. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to hold his hand when times got rough. When everything was turned upside down. Of course when he needed her most she had left him.
Her hair had long but faded from the brilliant blue that it had been so long ago. Dressed in a blue satin dress she almost looked like she was sleeping.
Everyone had come. It had been a long time sense he had seen everyone. They had never looked so… old. He couldn't look at them. All he could do was sit beside he, wishing she could hold his hand through this. They all came up one at a time giving their condolences. Their apologizes for his loss. But it all fell on deaf ears. He was already gone.