Every time she felt like leaving, she would close her eyes & imagine him dead. She would touch his hand & feel his warm fingers as he would lie there unaware of her thoughts, and she would imagine the same hands dead, waxy and cold. That usually put all her feelings into place & she knew that she could never leave him.
He used to tell her that he would never leave her. He would look into her eyes & swear that she had nothing to be insecure about, that he would never desert her.
Then one day he decided he did not want her anymore.
She is kind of glad she does not have to feel the devastating sadness of holding him & thinking about him dying anymore.
