The cold frosted in front of her face, as they sat huddled together to watch the sunrise. It had always been her favorite part of the day, and his discomfort paled into insignificance at the silent awe in her expression. Even though her face was now lined with age, she still looked utterly beautiful to him.
Every struggling breath she took seared a path of pain across his heart. All too soon even those inhalations stopped. His beloved was gone. Placing her gently back in her chair, he stood up to face the sun. No point to immortality without her.
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