Gone

Goodbye's are sad.

Her aged hands weathered with work caressed his face. Her eyes filled with tears of joy from their years together and from sadness of years pending to be spent apart. She listens to his breathing afraid it might be his last. His hand’s colder. His breathing shallow; she knows and whispers “I love you and I’ll miss us for the rest of my life; thank you for loving me.”

Author's Note

This was game. I had to write a story in 69 words or less.