*artificially*

She lay there, her blond hair limp and disheveled, face pale and emaciated.
He had never seen her like this before, fragile, on the verge of death. Nothing of her seemed to have remained. Her blue eyes, otherwise sparkling like the stars on a dark night, were now gray and empty.
His grip on her hand tightened and he realized how cold it felt.
Slowly he looked up, looked at the small devices set up to keep this woman alive.
Peeps, they made their chest lift up and down mechanically.
Forever up and down.


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*End*

(c) caperpri