Slowly, she reached for his limp hand. It lacked the familiar warmth that she had grown so used to. The feel of it was unnatural. Cold. Alien. Wrong.
In a state of shock she lay down next to his unmoving body. There wasn't a tremor - even a suggestion that the figure was still breathing. His eyes were shut peacefully but his mouth was turned down at the corners. His eyebrows were furrowed like he was trying to figure out the answer to a question.
'What are you thinking about?' she wondered as she smoothed the hair away from his face and laid her free hand on his forehead. Oh how she longed to see those brown eyes. To see them fill with life and shine as he spoke.'Would it be so hard to just...open them?'
They stayed like that for a while - one of her hands wound through his cold fingers and the other gently caressing his unresponsive face. He would never move again and she was contented to wait until death overcame her as well.