I should have done it.

And maybe she won't suffer like she used to.

But she won't accept it anyway.

She was determined to live life independantly.

Only relying on herself for everything and me only for her sane humanity.

I wished she hadn't been so stubborn.

Look at him now.

Haven't I told him not to regret anything?

I'm disappointed at myself for not thinking about him too.

But it's too late.

Isn't it?