Sacrifice.

A girl and a boy, two regular people capable of something extraordinary, love.

He loved her more than anything and would do anything to show her.
She loved him with a passion that he sought for so long to find.

But she was ill. Her heart was dying long before her time. Not even doctors could do anything about it. On the last night he’d remember anything he asked one question. “Is there anything I can do for her?” The doctor replied with no lies. “Unless a heart came from somewhere, there’s nothing that can be done.” The boy looked up for a moment and thought, then smiled and began walking to her room. The doctor, concerned by his sudden change in behavior, followed. He swung the door open as fast as he could and went to her side. The doctor came in just in time to see him whispering something into her unconscious thoughts. Then he scribbled something onto her hand with a pen he found in his pocket. Then he turned to face the doctor. “She needs a heart, give her mine.” With that he jammed the pen into his neck. The jugular vein is unable to be sewn back together, it was death and he knew it. He fell to the floor in a pool of his own essence. The doctor hit the alarm and within seconds the room was filled with doctors. He looked over at her and with his dying breath whispered the only thing that mattered, “I love you.”

Seven days passed when she awoke. She immediately began to look for him. But then she noticed the stitches in her chest and the words on her hand. On it in faded ink it read, “My heart beats for you and forever will I love you.”