** Sheyla **

At that moment I contemplate her eyes, but the brightness that they radiated was absent. He knew that she was gone. He hugged her body like never before, which was now inert, devoid of all life, and in her inconsolable crying, her tears bathed everything around her with sadness, while her heart screamed in pain.

Many were the days of combat, of tireless struggle that both shared, together, as a whole, a single energy, despite the fact that death did not stop slowly expanding in her.

They never spoke of sadness and anguish, they never recognized the obvious, they did not do it out of ignorance, they did it for their love.

Every moment together was translated into words of dreams, of goals, of a future as a couple, as a team.

Once I got to pass near them, in the darkest and grayest days, but I never heard them argue for the least thing, I never saw a single tear on their faces, only laughter. Love welled up from their hearts in words and spread like joy, a joy that infected the place, filling it with a bright and pure light.

I seemed to hear through the voices of the nurses, that he lost his job just to be with her every day, to be by her side in that room. If you ask me, I think he would have wanted death to take him along with his beloved, but we all know that things don't always go our way, and that's how it was for him, when he felt that he lost everything of her, for losing her to she.

The doctors felt sadness and I think sorrow when she passed away, and therefore, they left him for a while, torn on the stretcher, still hugging her body, in the room where love reigned, but then the sadness turned into the surrounding air, with the last beat of dear Sheyla's heart.

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