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He was watching when they carried her out. He wanted to wail and throw himself over her covered body. Keep her forever.

Now she was truly gone. Strangers were going to poke and dig at her body. None of them would see her beauty the same way he had done.

For them she would only be a piece of meat. A number on paper, without life, without fire.

With his left hand he stroked the palm of his right hand. Yesterday it had caressed her arm. He pressed his palm against his cheek and tried to feel her cold skin on his face.

He felt nothing. She was gone.

Blue lights were flashing. People were rushing back and forth, in and out of the house. Why were they in a hurry? It was already too late.

No one saw him. He was invisible. He had always been invisible.

It didn’t matter. She had seen him. She could always see him. When she fixed her blue eyes on him he felt that he was seen.

Now there was nothing left. The fire had been put out long ago. He stood in the ashes and watched as his life was carried off, covered by a yellow hospital blanket. At the end of the road there were no choices. He had always been aware of that, and now the hour had finally arrived. He had been longing for it. He embraced it.

She was gone.