What is life? Blake has been questioning himself since he got to the hospital half an hour ago. What is life if his loved ones are slipping away from? What's the use for him to live anymore?
His eyes roamed over the dress covered with the plastic bag as if they had their own mind. Maya would have looked great in that dress. She would have been the beauty of the nights. He can just picture her in it already, standing under the black sky littered with sparkling stars as they look over their undeniable love and the life they are creating together. He can see her smiling face as her perfectly white set of teeth appeared with the little dimple on her left cheek that is hardly visible; her eyes are just looking at him with that raw emotion in them reflecting her beautiful soul. He reached his
