She sat there peacefully her eyes settled on him. He looked back at her right in the eyes, pain grouching him inside, begging solace from the only one he had ever loved from the only form of life still inhabiting her as they smiled back at him. It was her eyes that wiled him along unfamiliar territory. The estate of near death and yet not quite so alive. He walked to the corner of the room and switched on the radio. Aah music. Its companionship is unmatched. At the merry tone that rang in the room he danced as they had used to a long, long time ago. He danced to her and held her hand going on one knee and whispering, care to dance my lady?
Her eyes sparkled as he expertly pulled and pushed her around doing what her limbs and mind should have done for her. The neurologists had been right. She could never have made a self controlled voluntary action of such degree. What they didn’t know, was that he would do it for her. And so they danced, hand in hand living away death.