"Tears streamed down my face as I looked into her eyes"

Her chest has stopped pumping in and out for air,

Her face were pale.

She's not breathing anymore,

neither did she gasping for air.

A fight,

A night,

A road,

A story,

One Love,

Till' death spare us,

I'll be here.

Kris was now kneeling in front of May's grave with a bouquet of dandelion flowers in his hands.

Grieving the death of his loves,

the leaves of his life,

his world,

his everything.