April 23, 2013

You finally told me what's wrong. 

It was when we're at you're balcony. You're parents told me to take care of you for a day while they go somewhere important. When I entered you're house, I found you at the balcony. Just feeling the wind, staring off at the scenery. When I sat beside you, I simply held you're hands because I know you. 

You're sad. 

You held my hand back and you wiped you're eyes with you're other hand until eventually, you broke down. I pulled you into a hug. You told me how you're family had the history of  the Ischemic Heart Disease. How everytime, you remembered how much you're younger sister was in pain. And how depressed you felt when she died 2 years ago. 

And how you don't want it to happen to you. 

And when you said that, my heart and every part of me broke. No. 

I won't let it happen to you.