A long time ago...
During the feared black plague. Two lovers were kept apart by the death that was brewing in front of them. People were dying left and right. And in one of the houses that linded fourth street, there was a girl who had the shadow of death right above her. She was so sick, her family feared she had not much longer. Her lover lived just outside of town, where the plague had not reached yet. Every night he came to her window, when nobody walked the streets, and sang to her. Songs about love, songs about hope and a future. They both knew they had no future together. But he still came everynight and sang to her. He would not tell his buddys that lived outside of town who she was. They kept their relationship a secret. Incase the authorities ban him from the town, because he was not sick.
Only two months after her getting sick, she passed away. Her lover volunteered to be her puller. Whenever someone dies, they are loaded onto a wagon and pulled by their love and if their love was dead, it was their closes family member of friend.
Not three days later her love caught the plague and died in the same bed she did, a month after her. He was buried next to her. And too this day they lay side by side together for eternity.
