[ WP ] How would WP feel about a Music Prompt ? I 've linked a song I find moving . Give it a listen , and write a story from whatever thoughts or feelings it evokes .

`` 800 milligrams,'' she whispered into my ear. She smelled so damn good. She always did. It was something past the perfume. Something in the oils in her skin, in her hair. It reminded me of my childhood; playing in the woods, with the soft earth beneath my feet and the sun beating down on me. 
 
 She breathed, up and down, slowly. With my head lying on her bare breasts, I could hear her heartbeat. Slow. Steady. She was everything a woman should be. 
 
 `` What was that?'' I said sleepily. 
 
 `` Nothing,'' she said. `` John?'' 
 
 I mumbled something back, trying to remain within my ocean of contentment. I was happy to let it drown me. 
 
 `` John?'' she pulled me back, bringing me to the surface, to the real world. The world filled with all the people who I had failed, pissed off... Why could n't she let me sleep? 
 
 `` John..'' 
 
 `` Okay, okay! What!'' I looked up at her big brown eyes. They had tears in them. 
 
 `` What's wrong?'' I asked, sad to see tears on such a beautiful face. 
 
 `` I wanted you to know. I've really enjoyed our time together. My whole life has been a disaster, but if it were to end tonight... it would end the way I wanted it to. With you right next to me,'' she said with a sad smile. 
 
 It took me a moment to gather myself. Her eyes seemed to look into me, seeking... something. Finally, I said all I could think to say. `` I feel the same way, baby. Now go to sleep.'' 
 
 I gave her a kiss on the forehead and wiped away her tears. She smiled, gave a contented sigh, and shuffled into the crook of my arm. We slept. 
 
 
 
 When I woke, I was shivering. I knew right away what was wrong. I do n't know how, but I knew. I turned my head and looked into the cold, dead eyes of my woman. The only woman I had ever loved. 
 
 I was later told that she taken pills hours before I got to her place. She had planned it out. I was her last memory. She chose to spend her last moments on earth with me. 
 
 That has to count for something... right?
