Trading Spaces: My Death for Your Life

They had a unique connection, unlike, I've ever seen in her world. His name was Choco and her name was Ita. He charmed her with his laughter and a sense of adventure. He toucher her heart in more ways than one. She warmed up to his soul, he cared for her loves. Her children were his children and his children were her children. Her family became his family and his family became hers. Bread and milk need not be missed. It's me Choco, every morning bearing these. Although, she hid from his persistence most of the time, she jumped at a chance for a drive together on a sun shiny day. You mention Choco and Ita came to mind. You mention Ita and Choco came to mind. How are they? Where are they? How are they doing? She fell terminally ill on a cloudy day. Extreme high blood pressure of some sort. Death was upon her. Choco sat next to her hospital bed with a tuna fish sandwich to share... As I eat this piece of sandwich I vow in my heart of hearts and soul of souls to take your place in death. I rather be the one laying in death and not you. Something happened. It was an overnight miracle. She survived death like a magic wand through the pulse of her veins. Three days later, he was rushed to the hospital from internal bleeding. Laying in the same room in which death was upon her just a few days before his arrival, he drifted away and a promise was put in place. My death for your life as I had once said.