I held her lifeless body in my arms. It was not cold, but her heart did not beat. She looked similar to a sleeping angel. The whole world could crash around her, and her sleep would not be disturbed. Her mouth was turned up into a slight smile. As I looked up at the sky, beyond the clouds and to the heavens, I could have sworn I saw the glint of her usual smile, brighter than the sun itself. She extended her arm out to me, but I did not take it. I had so much more to do, for myself, for her, and for those she had left behind. Then I looked down into my arms, and the mask faded. She was dead.