I paced up and down the room,
I felt so very scared,
It all happened so suddenly,
I wasn't quite prepared.
The phone rang, so i grabbed it,
Then shyly said 'hello',
After the tone the doctor used,
I knew i had to go.
I rushed into room, 304,
Of Hospital Ramare,
There lay my dearest fiancè,
With dry blood everywhere.
As i walked up to his bedside,
I looked for just a while,
As i could still remember,
His happy and widened smile.
I sat there right beside him,
And stroked his cold, white head,
I couldn't make myself believe
That he was really dead.
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