Road **** laying in the gutters on the side of the street. Empty feeling of dispare as he ponders on the dread of death. Second comes sadness as he stares in the rear view mirror.
He turns to look at her in her big brown eyes as he tells her that he saw.
Together they faced the **** each and every time they were on the road.
As much as he tried to protect her from this, all they could do was acknowledge it together.

He always said he didn't dream.

The one you truly cared about wants to forget you, not even your shadow will be left to remember. All that ever was you is gone now.
To die from a broken heart truly is the worst death of all.

He missed her so much every single hour of the day. He always spoke of her when he had the chance, so much that he was sure that everyone grew tired of hearing him.
But he didn't have a care in the world, so deeply in love that he was certain he would do anything for her. Even die.
She was his dream, his love, his life.

His Sunshine.