He never noticed her.
She never talked to him.
He liked to play sports.
She liked to watch him play.
He was laughing.
She was smiling.
He didn't know.
She didn't know.
He collapsed.
She screamed.
He was in the hospital.
She followed.
He was ill.
She was worried.
He needed help.
She had a beating heart.
He was unconscious.
She was crying.
He was suffering.
She wanted to help.
He was dying.
She was bleeding.
He was saved.
She was dead.
He was alive.
She was smiling.
He believed in a miracle.
She wrote him a note.
He was crying.
She had a beating heart.
He was forever united with her.
She was forever united with him.
...
"THIS ONE IS PROBABLY NOT AS GOOD AS YOUR OWN, BUT PLEASE,
KEEP DOING WHAT YOU LIKE, I LIKE SEEING YOU SMILE.
YOUR SMILE WILL FOREVER BE HERE TO WARM UP MY HEART"
...
He needed a heart transplant.
They couldn't do it right now.
He needed to be saved as fast as possible.
She offered her heart.
They refused.
They said they will not take it from a living person.
He didn't have much longer left.
She nervously grabbed the closest sharp object.
He knew nothing of it.
She whispered her last words, "can you now?"
