Story.

She took his hand as if to say 'I love you' but briskly turned her head away from the darkness that lit up his face. Her feelings were growing as her hair was falling away. She knew someday they would not be together, and that day would be colder than anything she would ever experience. He let go and walked, walked towards the sound of water falling slowly onto glass. His footsteps echoed through the fog filled room, his hair gleamed in the moon light, dull grey clouds filled the sky. The end was near. Weeks if not months ran away and the swift hand of time was spinning around in circles, nothing would counter this undiscriminating power. Leaves fell, flowers wilted and a blanket of white covered the ground. Memories faded, nurses gathered, she sat and listened but knew not what was going on, and she smiled gently to herself, taking in the world that she would leave behind. He sat there with her like he promised and watched her face shrivel away. The blood ran deep into her veins. The love is pitted against the destructive forces of time, and time will prevail. It always does. Her face, dominated by a sombre look, she changes her hair like nature changes its seasons. She rapidly pleaded, she wasn't ready. Her family came, her mum crying by her bed side, her father had his hand on her shoulder with grief written all over his face. They wore black and had a sunflower among the thread. They walked behind her hand in hand, watching her float among the sea of people. The sea parted, a shape formed and he watched. She was buried deep.