Liam knelt before me with the diary cradled in his hands, his face haggard. There were tear stains darkening the cover, and there was no question whose they were.
We looked at each other, and neither of us spoke first.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I didn't know you had been living in that much pain." His voice broke. "I'm a bastard. I failed you."
I felt only a flat, distant emptiness.
Maybe it really was true that nothing in life mattered except death. Having gone through pain etched into the marrow, on the edge of dying I felt only tired.
I lost consciousness again.
As awareness slipped away I heard Liam lose all control. He was roaring at the doctor to save me. He sounded like a child throwing himself against the floor.
Life and death are not for us to choose. He had been the one w
