As I removed what clothes I had left on I felt eyes beaming on my back. I then turned around and saw him there in the light of the moon. Then he walked closer and laid me on the bed. I knew that he was moving closer but I didn’t expect him to enter as fast as he did. When I felt him inside of me I screamed in pain, not a bad pain but a joyful one that I had never known before. As he eased me into another position, I felt like something down inside of me snapped. For just a moment I felt like I had no control over what was happening. He loved me and I knew this, we had been together so long that we knew no other in this way. When the moment was over I replaced my clothes to leave, we kissed and spoke of our love for the other. When I walked through the door I had a disturbing feeling that I would never see him agian.

He was my lover and my best friend. The last time we were together was that night, the night when all that mattered was our love and the passion we had for each other. He died that night.