The glass shards of the broken whiskey bottle glistened under the pale moonlight. The man with the emerald almond shaped eyes sat by a grave that reeked of death and decay. The phrase “I died while I was still alive” was imprinted on the tombstone of the gravestone that was the home to his deceased lover’s remains. His shivering hands covered his tear streaked face. As his weary eyes shifted to the starless sky the moon was replaced her blurry face enveloped in an eerie mist, which was glowing brighter. Shaken he moved back and a moan of anguish escaped from him as he placed his chapped lips to suck at the blood that oozed out of his palm. His pupils widened and heart rate quickened as her glowing angelic features danced before his eyes. Her pale slender arm was outstretched as if trying to draw him into her. A raspy cough escaped his parched throat his fragile frame shook under the burdens of his sorrows. The wind lashed at his tear streaked face as he closed his eyes and wished upon the shooting star to be taken away from the vicious world to the nothingness of death, to be reunited with his lover.