He was crying a lot. The tears ran down his cheeks and along his chin and dropped down onto her face. She was smiling, the brightest smile you can ever imagine. The sun was going down. There was not a single cloud in the sky even though it had been raining for days. He wished that it would at least be raining today of all days, everything was wrong today. The only thing that was not out of order though, was that smile, a big grin that showed her uneven front teeth. She was always smiling, no matter what happened. Even now she smiled, even now. The sun was barely visible now; it was descending behind a line of trees from where they were. He was still hoping for rain, hoping that it would wash all of this away, hoping that it could make everything go back to normal, that it would hide his tears. They were on top of a small hill inside of the small wooded area that separates one of the suburbs from the center of the town. A small town with only one main street running from one end to the next. The sky turned from orange to red with a hint of purple around the edges. He lifted a hand to his face to wipe off some tears but it only made his face even wetter, he sniveled now, the tears were subsiding slowly. She looked just like usual, her wide smile, and her knitted cap over her red hair and a small braid in front of her right ear, the bell at the top of her cap was tingling softly like a wind-chime. Her head was shaking slightly from his sobbing as she laid there with her head resting in his lap. The hand that he had just used to wipe off his face was now softly touching her cheek, leaving it wet, her cheek was as warm as loved ones embrace. He was now smiling for himself, an uncertain smile. His other hand was clenching hers tightly.
He was laughing for himself now, quietly and with the eventual hiccup from sobbing. The tears came back as he pulled his sleeve over his hand and started wiping off her cheek. Without noticing he had smeared it with blood while touching her face. His sleeve was just as bloody, he was crying even louder than before. He tried to cover his face with his arm, he didn't want to her to see him like this. His fingers were getting cold and they felt like pins-and-needles. He tried to choke down the outbursts of tears and sobbing. Her hand felt even warmer now, he wanted to hold on to it forever. To be with her was his only wish. He shook his head and forced the cries down. He forced a smile and looked down at her; the longer he held it the more real it felt. His smile was almost as wide and bright as hers, the only difference that the tears wouldn't stop flowing.
The sun was rising now, above the trees around them. Something cold was touching her hand and her face felt wet. She opened her eyes and looked right up at a smiling face, a smile that, any other time, would've made your heart warm. She felt the tears gathering in her eyes. She started sniveling. A tear landed on her forehead and with that she broke out crying. She cried as loud as one can imagine a person doing when they wake up to find their loved one above them, smiling, crying but cold as ice, dead.