[ WP ] Write the most lovable character possible , then kill them in the most heartbreaking way .

I smile softly as I look down at him, resting in my arms, chest slowly rising and falling. My darling boy. 
 
 I could still remember the day he came to us. The adoption process had finally gone through and we could hold him in our arms. He was so tiny then. And such a happy baby. Barely cried for anything. He was always laughing and smiling, reaching out to grab anything he could reach. It only got worse once he learned to move around on his own. A little menace he was, scampering from room to room, giggling hysterically as we chased after him. We always were running after him. 
 
 His first word had been'Mama.' I knew it was almost cliche at that point but my heart nearly burst when I heard it. Soon others would join it of course, but I always remembered the first time I heard it. Barely comprehensible, half babble half speech yet it was one of the most amazing noises I had ever heard. 
 
 He was a very shy child with new people. I remember shortly after his 5th birthday he had been invited over to play with a neighbour's daughter and he barely said a word to her. We were worried at first, but after a while he started just talking and talking. They became the best of friends in what seemed like minutes. He could always make her laugh and she made him smile brighter than the sun. 
 
 He always was in such awe at everything around him. He always wanted to know more, asking questions faster than we could answer. He ran around, looking at everything he could, just trying to figure it out. We would always buy him books on the things he was interested in, and trips to the library were a weekly occurence. His enthusiasm about the world was incredible and I could n't help but get excited whenever we searched for new knowledge and facts. 
 
 I sit there, continuing to think about our life so far. Memories flood by me. His 6th birthday party, just last month, he was so happy to be with everyone and we found out he was terrified of clowns. His first day of school where he was near tears as I waved from the doorway. His first steps, tottering carefully into my arms. So many happy times, almost too many to count. 
 
 I try to avoid it but slowly the other thoughts spill in. The flashes of light. The crunching of glass and the screeching of metal. The screams which terrified me. The silence which was even worse. The sirens that drifted in and out of focus. The bright white rooms whizzing past. The sounds of doctors and nurses yelling and rushing around. Waking up alone, until a nurse comes in to answer my endless questions. 
 
 All this has brought me here. Sitting with my boy in my arms in the bright room, surrounded by the beeping and whirring of machines. I softly brush a bit of his hair off his forehead, pressing my lips against the edge of where skin met gauze. They explained to me what happened. How the other driver had been drinking of course. That it forced us off the road. How a large branch crashed through the back window, striking my son in the head. How I would never see his smile again, never hear his voice. Never even see him open his eyes. I sit here now, knowing all I can, and making a choice. 
 
 Meeting the eyes of the nurse who had been waiting patiently, I nod softly. His eyes fill with pain but he turns to give the news. Solemnly they enter, quietly starting the process of turning everything off. 
 
 I clutch my sweet boy closer to my chest, humming the song he always asked for before he went to sleep. Even as machines are switched off, and the machine giving air to his lungs ceases causing his chest to still, I hold him. Pressing my lips firmly against his brow, I continue to hum, the melody becoming stilted as I hold back the sobs that want to rip their way out of my chest. Finally as the song fades out, the last machine is switched off and I am left in silence, tears falling down my face as I hold what remains of him, my darling love.
