明日

from now until i die

Tomorrow.

That's what she told him, when he asked when things would get better. When his eyes started to lose their color. When his voice began to fade while he spoke. When he stopped going with her to the village. When his gaze wouldn't meet hers. When she asked herself the same question.

Tomorrow.

That's what she would say, when he used to leave his room. When he would sit up in his bed. When he used to respond to her voice. When he would stare at the ceiling. When his chest would move with each breath he took.

Tomorrow.

But tomorrow never came.