brionne.

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i stare as they cover his lifeless form with white cloth

the beeps resonating his death still repeating on my head

the doctor's face when he knew he couldn't do anything anymore

the deafening cries of agony from his family

and in the middle of it all, i stood there, silent

no tears, no shouts, no breakdowns

with all the pain coursing through my body

i was unable to make a sound

grief, loss, sorrow, misery- all at the same moment

i watch as my world crumbles in silence

everyone asks why i don't cry

how i could display a straight face

with him there, lying on his coffin?

oh, how utterly foolish people can be

if they only know the feeling of being so broken

that you don't feel anymore

and as i take the last glance i could at his face

i realized he hasn't changed that much

the only difference was now,

he isn't breathing anymore

and it will stay that way,

until the day i also leave

but this was still him;

my faded star,

my bittersweet downfall,

my heart's safe keeper,

my lost love- clarke

"i don't intend on forgetting you

or this once blissful but now painful feeling

there won't be anyone else

and my heart will only continue beating,

once i see you again."

that night brionne left the cemetery

with the burden of an everlasting promise

that she kept intact for years.

he's dead,

but her feelings for him still lives.

her lover was gone,

but still, her love for him stays.