We promised each other that we would always be together no matter what, as we snuggled close to one another and kissed. He smelled so good that he was turning me on but that had to wait, I had to be satisfied with just his warm body next to mine. We both fell asleep wrapped in each others arms. I had a funny feeling and opened my eyes to see Bob sitting up in bed. What's the matter I asked? He said he just didn't feel right. Instant panic grew inside of me as I dialed 911. Bob screamed out my name as he held his arms out. I went into his arms, he hugged me and his whole body went limp.
I couldn't feel a pulse and leaned on his chest to listen to his heartbeat but there was nothing. As the medics arrived I let them in and was told to stay in the living room. I don't know why but I felt that Bob's heart had beat it's final beat. I knew deep down in my heart that no matter how hard I could shake him, or how desperately I cried or yelled or even prayed he would never wake up again. He promised me we would always be together and now he is dead.