She was something wonderful, the only person that could erase all of his pain. Tony wasn't the easiest person to love, but Mary did an impeachable job doing so. She dealt with his frustrations, confusion, and misery; and he rested in her compassion. Gorgeous beyond belief, Mary was all that he could ask for and more. Tony enjoyed every second with her and dreaded the hours she wasn't next to him. They shared a passionate love.
They rested next to each other, as they do night after night, this one being special. It was a full moon and the stars lit their room while passion love was experienced in their bed. There was an incredible adoration that they each shared for one another and it was felt that night, so they slept well. Tony placed his arms around the curves of Mary's body and held her closer than he had ever done before. She felt his heart beat softly on her back. Each beat pumped love down her spine. The room was at ease.
The sun rose the next morning, as did Tony; but something was wrong, he could feel it. He looked at his wife who seemed to rest peacefully, so he kissed her cheek and proceeded with his Saturday morning ritual; pancakes and orange juice, and a single white rose from their garden.
He began to walk towards their room with breakfast in hand. Mary was usually awake by this time, but she laid in bed without movement. Tony was confused, but he looked at her with a smile; nothing was more beautiful to him than his wife, especially when she was asleep and the sunlight bled through the curtains to highlight her face. She was perfect without disruption or distraction, he could stare at her in fascination forever.
He tried to wake her with kisses on her cheek, her forehead and her lips. She didn't move. He shook her slightly and hoped for movement, but she was still. Tony was scared now, and listened for a heart beat, there was none. He checked for a pulse and found nothing. His 27 year old wife was dead. His world was empty now.
"Why?" Tony began to speak as tears ran down each cheek.
"My beautiful wife. Why must you leave me so soon? So lonely I am without you? I am nothing now."
He held his wife in his arms; tears were dropping like rain. He rocked her like a baby like that would help some how, but he was completely clueless in this situation. What is a man to do when he has lost life and love in the same breath?
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