As I was sittin in the hospital hoping things were alright. I walked into my boyfriends room to see if he won the fight. When I looked into his eyes they were kind of fading as he reached out for my hand to hold it while he was dieing.
I stood there hopeless not knowing what to do, so I reached out for his hand to hold and never let it go. As he took his one last breath and winked his one last wink. I stood there standing with tears rolling down my cheek.
He closed his eyes and tried to opem them again. I could see the pain and suffering that was going through his head. He finaly got his eyes open and he was staring into mine as thoughts were racing straight through my mind.
How could I have let him go? How could he have fought? I really think he should have thought, because now he is not here on this special night.
Today is my birthday and i am sitting in the hospital watching my boyfriend die. Thanks to that stupid fight, and thanks to that other guy, my boyfriend is lying in the hospital about to die.
I wish i would have been there to try and stop the fight, but all i see now is my boyfriend dead on my special night!!
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