• Her breathing was quickened; I could feel it with the hand that lay on her stomach. My other hand was holding her head up. I sat on the floor, her body across my lap. She was dying of course. Her eyes filled with pain and fear. I would be the last thing she saw. I moved my hand away from her stomach and onto her cheek. Her eyelids lowered and the pupils were locked with mine. I stroke her cheek and brushed away her light brown hair from her beautiful face. Why did she want to end her life in such a disastrous way? A way that wouldn't just pain her, but me also. My heart was breaking in a way that couldn't be mended. I leaned down to her face, feeling her warm, sticky breath on my face. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to hers. She showed no resistance, only because her skin had gone cold and her eyes had closed. I pulled away and let a tear roll off of my cheek. I pried the dagger from her cold hands and held it to my own heart. "I love you, sweet Juliet." were my last words.