The Last Kiss: Eleanor's Sacrifice

In the shadowy corner of the chamber, Eleanor lay curled up on the hard and chilly floor, her once radiant body now a frail and broken shell. Her satin gown, which had shimmered like a star under the chandeliers’ light, was wrinkled and stained with her tears. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, as if her heart had been shattered into pieces. Her life was over, and nothing would ever be the same.

She did not know how long she had been lying there, sobbing and shivering. She had lost track of time and everything else. She only knew that he was gone, and that she would never see him again. He had been her everything, her reason for living, her soulmate. He had loved her with a passion and a tenderness that she had never imagined possible. He had made her feel alive, happy, and cherished.