She saw the cars speed along the wide street, honking their horns and flashing their lights. She felt very weak. She knew she only had a short time to live but she fought hard to stay alive. The doctors said that cancer should have killed her two years ago. She thought the only thing keeping her alive was the hope that her son might visit her. Her son, had been sent to war four years ago and his tour of duty ended that day. There was no word of him since he left to war. As she looked down the wide stone boulevard she hoped that he would come. Before war descended on the country, she was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer that made her very weak.
As the sun slipped behind the horizon and the light was extinguished by the dark so was the hope that her son would come. As the night wore on she became very distraught and sad. Then she heard a knock at the door, and looked out the window, it was a familiar face. It was the same person who came to the door at took her love that same day four years ago. With much labour she lifted herself up from the chair and opened the door. The man at the door stood silent for a few moments and with much sorrow in his voice he said that their had been a great explosion and no one in his squad had survived. She collapsed at the door lifeless. The ambulance hastily rushed the limp body to the nearest emergency hospital. The doctors say her heart suddenly stopped. Their gravestones are side by side in the cemetery showing their great love for each other and how they could never reunite in life but were together in death.
