Word Count: 128
Prompt: 3:13 pm
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3:13 pm
Cornelius glanced at the clock. What an unusual time for his heart to stop. Not literally of course, but it might as well have.
He looked down at his wife, Lydia. Her eyes were closed and her body was still. If he didn't know any better, he could say she was sleeping. Unfortunately, he did know better, especially considering they were in a hospital.
Her body was frail from a Muggle disease. It was a disease that wizards had no cure for, and her heart finally gave up the fight.
"It's not fair," Cornelius whispered as tears fell unbidden from his eyes. He didn't wipe them away. There was no one he had to be strong for, not anymore now that his precious Lydia was gone.