It was dark outside as your boyfriend, Jamie, roughly coughed. He was sitting in the hospital bed with his guitar in his lap. He looked up at you and gave a weak smile.

With tearful eyes, you try to return it. Jamie put a hand on yours, “Please don’t cry baby…” But how could you not? You were sitting in a hospital room, knowing that when you leave it, Jamie would be gone.

He held the guitar tightly “One last song. For you.”