She is suffering, yet all I can do is to watch her from a distance.

I am sorry, for not keeping my promise. 

I am sorry that I could not save you with my light.

She opens , but no sound ever came out.  The emptiness in her eyes is now gone, replaced with clear longing. 

“I wish for an ending,”

I see her lips move, mouthing the words in silence.  Sense of fear and loneliness suddenly floods over my heart.  What would become of me if she is gone?

And it maddens me – how even at this moment I still got the nerve to worry of myself, when she is clearly hurting.

I know we both are dying inside – her more than me, but I want to think that it is a lie.  Why?

I shout the question over and over in my head, but still, I got no answer.