Cold body
She is dreaming.
His body lies cold in her arms with the parody of a smile frozen on his lips. She shakes him and shouts at him but his spark is gone, never to return. It is mine! she wants to scream, you gave it to me! but all she can manage is a dreadful keen that goes on without end.
She wakes and reaches for him. His body is warm beside her and she hates herself for her weakness even as she rests her helm on his torso plate to hear the comforting thrum of his spark pulsing within.
A/N: 100 words, written for the prompt 'cold body'.