You are allowed to love three times.

He remembered. He could still feel those little hands playing with his. He could see that bright smile and those brown eyes, but he would never see the whole face which made him so happy. He could remember that joy and that happiness. He could remember that love.

If you miss it first, the second is harder. If you miss the second time, the third time is almost impossible to reach.

It wasn't that he couldn't feel the love, it was the fact that feelings were gone from the other's heart. Seeing him like a ghost was something painful, without any feelings, without anything, it was hard to look at him and see no life, just a walking body.

If you can't reach love and you've taken it away from the other one it is just a thing left.

He yelled again and he felt on his knees on the wet floor. It was the third time in his life when he was that weak and again he tried so hard to hide it. But there was somebody who was looking at him, sobbing, praying and hoping. And they were crying together, again.

If you lose those three times, it is simple. You die and you'll face the hell. Forever.