"Mk? Mk, can you hear me?" A voice. Thick and hoarse with choked back tears. Straining with escaping sobs. "Please." Just that one word held more emotion than the most moving novel. It captured every last emotion and brought them together in a whirlwind of pain, longing, hope, fear, and sadness.
"Please," he repeated. "Please, MK, I'm begging you. You have to wake up, you have to. Please, please, please!" His tears were no longer constrained, instead flosing freely as he sobbed, clutching his love's limp body to his chest. Her breathing was almost gone, all color had drained from her skin. Her lips parted, drawing in a shaky breath.
"The greatest thing I've ever known," she said hoarsely, drawing his attention immediately, "Is to love annd be loved in return. Please, Nod, find someone else who can love you as I do. Please, for me, dont live life in regret of the beautiful things that have both come and gone."
With this final sentiment, she spoke no more. Her head, being supported hy his hand on her neck, fell back, limp. Her eyes closed, hair falling away from her face. She was calm, at last. In peace with her solitude. His sobs grew as he clutched her to him, placing a kiss on her pale, cold lips for the last time.
Never again would the lovers know the greatest of lifes gifts. Never would tender kiss grace the other with a fleeting smile, for love, as well as life, is fragile. Delicate as the most precious petal on the most beautiful rose in all the world. Now the wind has pulled the petal away from its flower, pulling it roughly into a torrent of the dark, vast unknown that plagues the love of the two.
"No! No! Please! Please, MK, no!" He sobbed pushing people off of him as he grieved the loss of his love. "No, you can't! Don't do this! You'll be fine! I know it! We can make it through this, together! Just me and you, MK, like we always planned it. We'll get married, have kids, live the life we were meant to live. But please, you just have to hang on, for me."
"Please."