[ WP ] Make us fall in love with your character , and then immediately kill them off .

First time posting. Sorry in advance for any mistakes. 
 
 “ You ’ re 18 now. ” He whispered into his ear through quivering lips. Tears welled up in his eyes as one hung from his lower eyelash, soon to drop onto his son ’ s cheek and roll down to his jaw. 
 
 “ I know no boy, I guess I should say *man* now, wants to hear that he looks like a woman, but you remind me of your mother so much. ” 
 
 He lay unresponsive. All that was heard was his father ’ s staggered breaths, a shuffling of papers from the nurse outside, and a monotonous yet soothing beeping. The sun wriggled its way through a crack in the blinds and found itself in a warm embrace on the boy ’ s chest. 
 
 “ I still remember running next to you holding your shoulders. Your first time without training wheels and you were nailing it. It doesn ’ t matter what happened afterwards, what matters is you were nailing it. I ’ ve never been so… so proud. ” His voice became more high-pitched as sobs fought their way up his throat. 
 
 Across the boy ’ s face was an expression of absolute serenity. His breath was still just as soft as it was when he was 7; a breath not unlike the wind blowing through a meadow of grass, where the only noise is the tranquil whistle of the wind between the blades of grass. 
 
 “ I ’ m sorry I never got to help you find a tuxedo for your prom. I know without a doubt you would have been ‘ the most strapping young lad to grace my presence ’ as your grandpa would always say when he came over for Christmas. ” He wiped more tears from his eyes. 
 
 “ And your date, man don ’ t get me started, she would have been *beautiful*. You would ’ ve had all the girls begging for you to ask them to the dance. And you would ’ ve picked the one with the most beautiful brown hair, sparkling bluish green eyes, and a smile that leaves you speechless as if every smile is the first smile. Whew, she would ’ ve been just… just like… she would have been just like your mother… ” The father ’ s trembling hand squeezed his son ’ s warm hands as if it was the only thing holding his world together. 
 
 “ God I ’ m going to miss you. ” He managed to say between sobs, unable to hold back the tears anymore. 
 
 “ You and your mother have given me enough love to last two lifetimes. Even now, I still consider myself the luckiest father, and the luckiest husband. Just what I would do to hold you two in my arms again. ” 
 
 He sat staring his son ’ s hand in his. They were so full of warmth and life yet devoid of consciousness. One last tear rolled down his father ’ s face till it hung from his chin. The tear hung there for a few seconds, minutes, hours, days, and eventually years… the tear hung there for 10 years and 48 days. Then the force of gravity tore it free from his chin as it entered free fall. The force of nature was too great to resist as it fell and became the last tear to splash upon his son ’ s cheek. 
 
 “ You ’ re my bud, and you ’ ll always be my bud. I love you son. ” 
 
 He reached over to the beeping machine and flicked a switch. The beeping became slower and slower, “ Beep… Beep… Beep…….. Beep……………Beep………………………………Beep. ” 
 Then silence. 
 
 The father held his son ’ s hand as he trembled uncontrollably. He knew that once he let go he would never have the chance to hold his son ’ s hand again. 
 
 “ You ’ ll always be my bud. ” 
 
 Edit: Spelling.
