i would not be alone

the headache wont stop.even when i rub my temples.ice doesnt help.aspirin nothing.thoughts of his keep intruding.oh,if it wasnt for those words...
u promised u'd never leave.i had wispered,grasping at his fingers as if they were straws.
"i have no chice"
"why?"
he tried to run fingers through his hair--so goldon once,now thin and stringy---it was like wind ina field of weeds.his eyes,though,still pierced to my very soul.
"not now"i said"never"
"i always..."he wispered,making a futile attempt to squeeze.to hang onto life?maybe.or one final gesture,his last comfort."love u..."his breath faded.
my temples.i rubbed and rubbed.if it wasnt for those words.oh...[nm