I know it sounds a little weird, but I liked to watch her sleep. The sight of her motionless defenseless body intrigued me deeply. Would this be how you look like when you’re dead? Why must it end? What’s the purpose? Nether the less, now that she is dead they will come for me to. For now here she lies in my arms. Dried blood and the smell of rot overcome my nostrils of anything else that may surpass me. I just cant take my eyes off of her. Knowing she was once living and now nothing is the greatest shock of my life. We loved, we fought, and we lived. No more will she talk or move. She doesn’t have to go to work or get up at 6 o’ clock everyday. She is now is privileged the freedom to sleep that everlasting sleep that us humans never want to endure.