The Secret Life Of Casualty.

Chapter 401

Dead bodies,

He's used to seeing them all the time,

But not the person he loved.

All the life has gone out of them.

Gone from this world.

Never to returm.

The person standing beside the body doesn't want to go on without them.

He wants to curl up and cry.

It's not fair.


Just my attempt at a poem. When I write this, I had two male characters in mind: Can you guess who they are? Please let me know what you thought of this, I've never done anything like it.