It’s quiet, no kids, just me. As the sun beams passed me, I stared at my shadow, but what’s that?
“Paul is that you?” But no it’s not. Laughter fills my head, we used to say that we were invincible, but that wasn’t the case. Every day he became weaker and weaker, untill the point when he didn’t even hold my hand. I kept asking, ‘re you o.k?’ His replay , the same old, “I’m fine.” but it wasn’t the same. There was no ‘honey’ at the end. The day finally came, death occupied his soul, his life was no more!