Our story is over, Somi.

It commenced as a fairytale, with you and me having the perfect romance and loads of laughter and kisses, and cuddles and everything sunny.

But it changed when you went into a coma six months ago.

We drifted apart.

I lost the feeling of your touch completely. You have faded away from my memory, and all traces left of you have been worn out.

I lost you, Somi.

And I'll forever regret this, because at the end of our story, I buried my feelings for you six feet under.

I don't love you anymore, Somi.

And just as I said this, the distorted lines flattened into a thin line on the machine.

So people do die of heartbreak.

THE END.