I did not sleep, I did not eat. I could not close my eyes even for a minute because I was afraid if I did I would wake up and he would be gone.
There were times where I was sure his soul was parting from his body, crying my heart out and begging for him to fight. They say it gets darker just when the sun is about to rise. Well, it got worse. He could not keep anything down yet I kept giving him more food in hopes that some would be absorbed, that some of it would stick and not come back out. I was losing myself, broken not knowing what to do. I would cry when he slept, muffling the sounds with my hand telling myself to accept that it was going to happen anytime, anytime from then. The number was branded in my head, Mathew Sterling the first person I would call.
His sweater hung o
